Obsessed

Millie

It's been a week. A week of torture. I'm trapped in this dark room, no light at all, no where's. There is only light when a guy comes in here every now and then.

All I have is this cold cement floor with a flat pillow and a thin blanket. I barely get any food only one meal every other day and there is barely anything there.

Why did Ch- Jaxon do that? It took me time to register that 1. He is the guy from the high school I went to here. I remember I liked him but the words my father has said to me caused me from only being his friend and 2. He is the biggest and most powerful mafia leader in all of New York. What did I get myself into?

The door suddenly burst open, every time it opens I have a sudden ray of hope it's Jaxon here to save me but it never is, it's always a different guy who comes.

This guy seemed to be older at least in his late 60s. I tried not to cry because that was what satisfies these guys the most was when the girls cry. I learned that a while ago when my father did this to me.

So I learned to control my tears and now when stuff like this happens my whole body just numbs and I feel nothing while these men pleasure themselves using my body.

"Hey pretty lady" the guy said making me mentally cringe on the inside but I kept my best poker face "come on talk baby" he then said.

"H-hi" I said stuttering as he laughed.

"Good, good girl" he said as I puked in my mouth.

He then walked over to me lifting up the dress I still had on but it was now dirty, he grabbed my underwear as he pulled them off.

He then instantly took out his already hard cock as he stuck it inside me as I could feel my eyes tear up. I help my breath letting my body just numb at the feeling of him thrusting in me.

A few minutes he pulled out as his cum went all over my dress I then just laid there as he got up putting his pants on. When he left the room the tears then poured from my face. I started crying wishing I wasn't here anymore. I would be better off gone.

All of a sudden I heard footsteps as I quickly wiped my tears not wanting to give them their satisfaction, then the door opened revealing my father with an evil smile.

He walked over to me picking me up and taking me out the room. I was too weak to fight him so I just stayed there, not like I'd escape or get far anyways.

He walked into a room setting me onto a chair as he cuffed my hands and feet to the chair. Then that's when I saw all the tools in front of me he was going to use to beat me with. I remember he did this once when I didn't satisfy a 'customer' I had bruises all over me and a black eye.

I didn't end up going to school for a month and I told my mom I got into a car accident and that's also what I told the doctors and they all believed it. I was in the hospital for a bit and then back home. Soon after that we moved away.

I was slightly sad but my father was upset with me when 'that boy' he called came over checking up on me. My father was upset cause he said he didn't want me dating yet and I wasn't ready for it.

That day when Jaxon came to check on me I really really wanted to go down and talk to him but I knew I couldn't, my father told me not to talk to anyone that comes to sees me or it will be worst the next time it happens.

So I told my mom I wanted to be alone and to tell him to just leave. The next morning my dad woke me up at 5:30 forcing me to rush out the house to pack and leave.

"Ahhhhh" I then yelled when I felt a burning in my leg. I looked down to see a knife sticking out my leg. My eyes started tearing up as I felt the pain.

"You little bitch, my client said you were too emotionless, he said the body was amazing though, which I agree" I wanted to puke when he said that. He's my father. "But since he wasn't satisfied, you need to be punished" he said.

He then toon pliers as he put it on my nail pulling off my nail as I screamed in pain and he just laughed evilly at me.

"Please" I begged but he didn't stop pulling a second nail off. He then put down the pliers down grabbing an exact o knife, he grabbed my wrists as he cut them.

I hissed this time from the pain, this wasn't as bad this time. After he cut my arms each a few times he threw the knife as him and Kyle walked out the room.

I was just left sitting here chained up, probably left to die. I tried to stay awake but every passing moment got harder and harder to keep my eyes opened. I look at my body to see it.

I'm just a broken mess. No body would want me anyways, there's no point in being alive honestly. My mom was the only person who ever lived and cared about me. Mom, I'm so sorry I have to go like this. I hope she knows I love her dearly. I will always, and I mean always love her.

I'm so tired now, I'm just going to sleep. My eyes got heavier every passing second, then all of a sudden everything went black.