Sides ( Rusame )

part IV

^*•sexual content•*^
}•°Rape°•{

-France-

Where were we going, easy. To take the country down. Now I know it might seem curl to even do this, but I have a reason.
                         
                     ^Flashback^

"Now what do we have here, a little oh france."

"Ge-get away from me, you mo-monster."

"Now, is that any way to call your love?"

"I DO-DON'T LOVE YOU!!"

I can see the shit eating grin on his face. A grin that scared me.

"Now, why would you say that? Do you want to be punished again?"

He slowly got closer and leaned in, our faces so close to each another. I could feel him breath on my lips. I want to run.

Run as far as I can. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me. He wanted me in a way that was not right. A way that hurt. He wanted my body.

"Now you want to be silent-eh?"

I didn't answer, I didn't want to. He was something evil.

I heard footsteps. They sounded little, like mine.

A silhouette of a little boy was at the top of the stairs. He looked young, around my age.

"Vati?"

"Uh-, Drittes Reich, was machst du hier?"

"Ich habe Dich gesucht."

"Geh ins Bett und komm nicht wieder in dieses Zimmer. Habe es?"

"Ja, Vati."

The boy looked at the little girl. Hesitation was on his mind, but in the end, he turned around. He didn't want to get yelled at by his father.

Third Riechs Prov

Why was Vather with that girl and so close? Questions grew in my mind. Only to be unanswered.

The room changed scenery into stairs. Dark, long stairs. If you look up, you would think there's no end to them. But there is. There always is an end to everything. If it be objects to living things. Everything has an end.

One foot at a time, I climb the stairs. I heard the cries of the girl. Cries of pain and misery. I want to help, but I can't. I'm too scared to go against vather.

I looked at the walls as a destruction, I couldn't take the cries anymore. My red eyes slightly lighted up the area I looked.

All that was there was old brick. Older then, Vather. Then a scream. A blood stopping scream came from where I was coming from.

The little girl screamed at the top of her lungs. Screaming for him to stop. Screaming that it hurt.

I turned my head around fast, to listen to my Vather make a grunting sound, and then a scream. That happened over and over again. Until I heard my Vather make an odd noise. It was like a sigh and a grunt.