The Daughter Extraction

The monster you truly are

•LUNA•

Coldness enveloped me, accompanied by numbness, silence, and an overwhelming darkness.

I found myself unable to see, move, or hear anything. The passage of time eluded me, but it couldn't have been mere hours; it felt like an eternity.

Days had passed since I became confined in this room, bound to a chair by tight ropes, with a blindfold obscuring my vision. Hunger gnawed at my stomach relentlessly, and my throat felt parched as if filled with sand. Heavy, swollen eyes bore witness to incessant tears.

Yearning for the comfort of my bed, the familiar surroundings of my home, the embrace of my pillow, and the solace of sleep, I wished desperately to be anywhere but here.

Suddenly, a noise disrupted the eerie stillness—keys jingling, a lock turning. Panic set in as the realization that someone was approaching gripped me. I struggled against the unforgiving restraints, futile attempts to break free.

The door swung open, allowing a fleeting burst of light to pierce through my blindfold, momentarily blinding me. A presence lingered by the doorway, an observer of my predicament.

As the door closed, leaving me in complete darkness once more, a light switch flicked on, revealing the room. Struggling to discern the unknown figure through the blindfold, I felt their hands working to remove it, unveiling the brightness that assaulted my vision.

Blinking away the blurriness, I focused on my surroundings. A surge of terror gripped me when Emil materialized before me.

Though a stream of curses threatened to escape my lips, I held back. This was not the same person I had encountered at the club. 

The friendliness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a malevolence that oozed hatred. It was clear—Emil, the one who had taken me, was undeniably dangerous. My end might be near.

"I don't get what the issue is," he said, eyeing me up and down.

"What?" I managed to croak out.

"Do you really think he'd ditch the whole President thing for you?"

Confused, I started frowning before responding, "Are you... talking about my dad?"

"Who else, bitch?" he snapped, and I flinched in surprise.

"That fuck turd shouldn't be the President of America," he continued, glaring at me. "If he ever becomes President, it's game over for you. For him too, cause now I've got you, and I'm not letting you go."

My chin quivered, tears welling up in my eyes. He leaned down, locking eyes with me, and my heart raced.

"Do you think he'd give up everything he's so damn proud of for you? His precious daughter?"

His hand moved down my face, making me grimace. Panic set in as his hand ventured lower, and my chest heaved in distress.

His eyes darkened as his fingers grazed my collarbone, and fresh tears streamed down my face. Alarm bells rang when he suddenly crossed a line, groping my breast.

A gasp escapes my lips, followed by a heartbreaking sob. I'm desperate, racking my brain for an escape plan, but I'm utterly trapped.

He lowers his face to my neck, inhaling deeply as his hands continue their violation. All I can do is cry silently, hoping it will end soon.

Licking the side of my neck, he gropes both my breasts, his grip turning more aggressive and painful.

He lets go, grabbing the back of my hair instead, forcing my head backward. Painful screams escape me.

I don't dare open my eyes to face the monster in front of me. His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my air supply for a moment.

"Do you enjoy this? The thought of me having my way with you while you're tied up in this chair. Being eighteen must bring lots of exciting expectations, right?"

I sob uncontrollably, snot running down my nose. He smirks before finally stepping away, releasing my hair.

"You'll be here for a while. Might as well have a little fun, but not tonight. Sleep tight, princess."

He walks towards the door, and when I hear the lock click and the jingle of keys fading, I finally release my breath and let the tears flow freely.