Mated To Him

Twelve

MENTION OF RAPE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO SKIP. Every uncomfortable word will be asterisked because of the non-consensual stuff. BECAUSE OF WATTPAD POLICY, I'M NOT UPLOADING ALL

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Nadazhda met herself at her father's house, the house which had some good and bad memories she wanted to forget and keep.

"Nadazhda!" she heard her father's angry voice calling her from the sitting room. Nadazhda left her paint and rushed to him.

Her little self (fifteen) always wished her father would change someday. He would be her loving father and would be her best friend again. He just lost himself to the darkness of love.

"Yes, pa...," Nadazhda swallowed what she wanted to say next because he didn't want her to call him her father. He said he hated it and he wasn't her father. He was just a sperm donor, but whatever happened, he would always be her best friend and papa.

"Nadazhda," he called softly, looking at her with sadness.

"Yeees," she stuttered.

"Do you want to call me papa?" Nadazhda nodded eagerly, feeling bubbles of happiness deep inside her.

My papa is still there, she thought.

Papa was finally giving her love.

"I'm sorry, princess, for all I did," he sniffled and hugged her.

"Papa...," she hesitated a little, waiting for him to smack her as usual, but when he didn't move to hit her, she breathed out in relief, "I forgive you. You are the best papa." she smiled at him, hugging him. She'd missed him so much.

Nadazhda didn't want him to hate her anymore; she missed him; it had been a long.

He was hurting because he lost his wife, but Nadazhda was breaking twice because she'd lost mommy and papa, but papa had come back.

"Princess, I need your help," father said urgently, looking at his old wristwatch.

"Oh?" Nadazhda said, dumbfounded because she didn't understand what he needed her help for, but whatever he wanted her support for, she was going to do it because she wanted papa to love her back and make her his favourite girl again.

"Will you help me, princess?" he asked slowly.

"Yes papa," Nadazhda smiled while her eyes lit up like a baby given his Christmas presents.

"You are my favourite girl on earth princess," he crushed her in a bear hug.

"Now princess, you will go inside to shower and put on the new dress I bought for you." he kissed her forehead affectionately.

"And if you really make papa proud, I'm going to take you to Disneyland and buy you anything you want," he said.

"Pinky promise," Nadazhda took out her left little finger while he used his to cross hers.

"Cross to the heart," they chorused it together and smiled.

Nadazhda entered her room, showered and put on her dress. She didn't want to make her papa wait so long. The dress was short; it barely covered her ass. It was a little inch above her butt. She felt shy about it, but she didn't care because she wanted to make papa happy and proud.

As she was walking down the stairs, papa saw her and stood to hug her. "That's my princess," he cooed, "you look fine and presentable. You going to enjoy every bit of it," his eyes twinkled.

"Papa, what am I supposed to do?" Nadazhda inquired.

"Princess, you are going to play with my friend, we are going to visit him, and I want you to make him happy so that I can be happy," he responded to papa, patting her head gently.

"Okay," she smiled.

"Let's go."

They arrived at papa's friend's house; the house looked shabby. The scent of the house nearly made her gag, but she swallowed it and smiled nervously at papa.

Nadazhda trusted him.

They entered the house, and a man came out of the room, smiling, showing all his rotten teeth at her.

"This is her," said papa, pushing her to the man.

"She's beautiful," he commented while I blushed, "but she's young," Nadazhda pouted.

"Oh, you don't like being called young?" asked the man.

"Yeah, I'm fifteen."

"I'm Levi by name. What about you, princess?" Nadazhda blushed hard.

"I'm Nadazhda but goes by Nada," she smiled queasily.