🫀- Yvette ||TW! RAPE||
My father dragged me into the house, screaming at me. He threw me to the ground and walked into his room.
He came back out, with sex toys. Tears welled in my eyes. "Please feather don't do this!" I yelled. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bedroom.
- This part will get very bad! Please leave now if you are not comfortable!
He ripped off my clothes, and I only remained in a bra and underwear. My cries were no use. He started to harshly makeout with me, slowly moving down to my neck. I held back a moan. I felt horrible for reacting to it because I didn't want it. It made me feel like a whore. Am I really a whore like he says?
He stood up and unbuckled his belt, sliding down his pants. He pushed me onto my knees and grabbed my hair, forcing his whole length in my mouth. My eyes watered. He moved my head back and forth for a few minutes before releasing into my mouth he told me to swallow. But I didn't. I spit it out on him.
He grew angry, and I knew what he was going to do next. He ripped off my remaining clothes and sat me on the edge of the bed, he spread my legs and started to kiss my inner thigh, he then moved closer to my area, "Damn, Yvette. You're so wet" He whispered licking me. I covered my mouth, I felt so guilty for feeling pleasure from this. So guilty. He started to insert his fingers which made me moan. "You are such a dirty slut. I am your father" I started to cry. He finished and went into my room, and returned with a knife, he carved "slut" into my stomach and left. He soon came back, brought me underwear and a bra threw it at me then went into the bathroom. He didn't come back out.
I slowly put on my clothes, my legs were weak and I could barely stand so I just laid there, bleeding.. but it was a light cut so it stopped after a while.
A few minutes later I heard banging on the door. My father ran into the main room and opened the door. "Who sent you?!" He screamed. "Sir. Put your hand behind your back. I could hear many voices screaming, a gunshot and then a body fall to the floor.
A team of men searched the house and walked into the room, "Sir she is here!"
Jonah walked in with a worried look on his face, his eyes widened when he saw me, he helped me sit up and wrapped his jacket around me.
He grabbed my hand to help me stand but I couldn't. My legs were too weak. He picked me up bridal style and put me in the back of a car, he then sat next to me. My eyes started to water. I opened my mouth but couldn't speak, my throat was sore.
"It's okay" said Jonah. "We are almost at my house, you are safe"
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Romantik-Hello! this is a story about two of my oc's please enjoy! There is some sensitive topics in it by the way so I am warning you now. And there will also be warning at the beginning of every part including sensitive things. Thank you and please enjoy...
