Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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Mirabelle

I sat on the edge of the bed as I listened to my father and the stranger converse. I could only make out a few things. The rest was muffled by the walls and my heart beating out of my chest.

The doorknob began to twist and the vomit in my stomach began to rise. My palms increasingly perspired and before I could even think of crying tears were flowing down my cheeks like rapids. My breath came uneven and I had developed a case of the hiccups.

The man opened the door and shuffled in. He was old, greasy, dirty and menacing. He had black hair and brown eyes and was very tall. I picked up what his intentions were when he began to strip his white T-shirt off. He kicked his boots off and then removed his socks before stepping closer towards me. Once he was in front of me  I heard him chuckle then let out a deep breath. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him and his sinister smile.

"Stop crying and get undressed." He growled, releasing my chin from his grip then stepping back a few inches.

I did as I was told and pulled the the raggedy old shirt over my head revealing my grayish-purple bra. His eyes immediately dropped to my chest making me want to curl up in a ball.

"C'mon then!" He demanded as I sat there.

I sniffled but stood up and slid the shorts down my bruised legs. As soon as the black fabric hit the dirty carpet the man stepped forward, spun me around and then sat me on his lap. He traced patterns on my naked thighs sending chills up my spine then began kissing my neck. I tightly closed my legs as his large hand traveled in between then. I denied access. He rested that hand on my thing and let the other wander up to my chest. He leaned me forward slightly and unhooked my bra revealing my breasts.

As he tossed the item to the ground I began to cry again. Thankfully he did not notice. He just continued to kiss my neck and cup my breast in his hand. A few moments later he stopped everything and latched both hands on either side of my waist. He moved me forward and backward and side to side as he let small moans escape his chapped lips.

I soon felt his manhood grow underneath me, resulting in him halting. He pushed me off of him, stood up then grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling me to the side of the bed. He shoved me onto the bed then removed his pants and boxers and climbed overtop of me. He hovered over me for a little bit, kissing my neck once again, but then went on his knees and tugged at my panties.

Once he removed them he leaned forward and placed one hand on the bed above my shoulder and the other one in between my legs. He separated my legs completely and placed his hand on the other side of my head. He just stared down at me while I looked to my right.

"Look at me." He commanded.

I hesitated, making him angry. He thrusted into me, making me cry out in pain. He chucked at me but continued until he finished leaving me on the bed.

About five minutes later Michael hurriedly came in. At this point I had put clothing on and was curled up on the bed. He sat by my feet and comforted me for a while then grabbed my arm and pulled me up so he could hold me.

I didn't mind though.

It was relaxing. He calmed my mind after every "client", as my father would say, came through. He would stay with me until I fell asleep which I was very thankful for. Without him I don't think I'd be able to function.

He kept me sane.

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Not Michael Clifford!

This was still very short but it was longer than the last chapter so..😂

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