Yes Father | 18+

02 - Beg Me

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Yes Father
02 | Beg Me

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Warning!

Remember, this book is for 18+. Don't go reporting my shit!
Trust me. You will feel uncomfortable if you are not prepared to read this book. Also, note every character involved in sexual activities in this chapter is of or over the age of 18.

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A groan slipped from Cassie's mouth as the blaring bell outside her room sounded. She spun on the lumpy, uncomfortable mattress, groaning internally as memories of the previous day came back—she was trapped at the miserable camp with no escape.

The morning sun's rays filtered through the small dusty window of her cabin, falling on the modest clothes she'd been provided. A drab long skirt, button-up shirt, and loose cardigan would have to replace her usual ripped jeans and band tees for a while. After showering, Cassie begrudgingly got dressed, scowling at her reflection in the dirty mirror, hardly recognizing the plain Jane staring back at her.

After hastily braiding her hair to tame her messy waves, Cassie headed into the chilly morning air. Small clusters of bleary-eyed inmates—students—milled about as Sisters shouted orders to head to the dining hall. With a heavy sigh, Cassie joined the other students in the dining hall, where they sat in silence, their eyes cast downward as they ate their breakfast. The atmosphere was suffocating.

Classes followed after, each one a monotonous drone of teachings and strict adherence to doctrine. Cassie struggled to maintain her focus. She had no interest in what was being taught. When it was time for chores, Cassie thought she'd enjoy it, but the back-breaking labor of garden wedding was not for her.

As she hacked roughly at unfortunate weed stalks, Cassie eavesdropped on the gossiping girls near her. "Did you hear the new rules Sister Margaret added after Lizzie's stunt the other day? Now we'll all have to get assigned to evening study partners."

Another sighed dramatically. "This place gets stricter by the day. It's like a prison now. If only the students would listen."

Cassie laughed to herself at the irony. It WAS a prison. Gladly, she had no intention of complying like these brainwashed fools seemed to.

Mid-morning, a shrill bell rang out to signal lessons would commence. Cassie trudged to the main hall and collapsed into a creaky wooden chair, relieved to get off her aching feet, if only briefly. Sister Margaret launched sternly into a history lecture about the evils of society on feeble teen's mind.

Cassie tuned out the dogma and covertly studied her classmates. Most looked as checked out as she felt, a few overly zealous hand-raisers notwithstanding. Her eyes wandered past a surly boy chewing his cuticles and a girl sleeping, finally landing on a blonde girl to the side. She was busily sketching in her notebook, ignoring Sister Margaret. Cassie smiled. At least, someone had little of themselves still.

After lessons, Cassie and the others broke for lunch. She sat alone eating her sandwich until a shadow fell over her. Cassie looked up to see the strawberry-blonde girl from her class. "Mind if I sit? Looks like you might be the only one here with a soul."

Cassie laughed. "I'm Cassie."

"I know," the girl hummed as she sat. "You're the newbie everyone's talking about with your pink streaks. It's cute. I'm Harper."