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"Honey, I've been wanting to do this to you for so long". My dad walks towards me and lifts my bruised body onto his right shoulder. I hang helplessly upside down. I try to pound hard on him but all attempts go to fail when his grip on me does anything and everything but loosens on me. He tightens it.
He brings me into a room where things are even more different. The floor is carpeted in a thick red burgundy color, camouflaging any hint and trace of blood, if any. There are several love seats spread across this huge room, I never even knew existed. Expensive art canvases hung expertly on the dark red colored walls. This was a bloody red room. There was a fancy coffee table in the middle of the room. On it, there lay a bucket with a bottle of champagne and ice. The eerie feeling inside my guts tell me to run. To get the hell out of here. Instinct agrees. My heart stammers with fear as I try to look around for an exit.
There isn't one.
The one door that we came in from were overflowing with men. They were hovering in the doorway waiting with anticipation. As if something bad was going to happen. Through my left bruised eye which I believe is bruising and swelling up, I could sense hungry eyes. Everywhere.
I now wish I was elsewhere other than here. Anywhere but here. Please, dear god. Anywhere but here.
"Do you like this room? I bring in only the hot ladies that are worthy of me here." He paces around the room glancing up at pictures as if it were his first time here. I glance over to the men and the looks on their faces make me want to kill myself. They are waiting; but waiting for what? No. On second thought, I really don't want to know.
"I hate it. I hate you. You agreed on letting me go if I gave you the drive. You want it? I can give it to you", I eye him suspiciously.
"Oh trust me, Angel. I want the drive, but who says we can't have a little fun before that?" he looks at me hungrily. Just as how all the other men were looking at me before. He walks closer to me.
"Sit down, I want to show you something." He points to one of the love seats in the middle of the room. I reluctantly proceed to the love seat and when he notices my hesitant approach, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down with mighty force. I wince as the pain rushes through me like hotcakes on a sunny day.
He takes a seat beside me and all the other men come into the large room plotting themselves at the back. A screen unrolls itself in front of us and I then realize my father is holding a remote in his hand. Were we going to watch a movie? I highly doubt so.
"You are going to watch all the videos we have been taping of you. Boys, jerk off to my beautiful daughter if you want to." He smirks and I try to hold back a tear. I look behind and I estimate that there are about 34 men grabbing their junk as if it were a trophy. My father puts his arm on my shoulder and gets extremely close. Too close. God, was this how I was going to die? Raped and beaten up to a pulp by about 35 men, including my father? This is a sick world we live in with the sickest people.
I scoot over further away from him and give him the iciest glare I could come up with. He seems unfazed by it and continues to smirk. Then the rolls of tape start playing.
Horror, fear, fright, disgust, grotesque, fill me up. I could feel the tears cascading over me, I was raining with tears. How could anyone do this?
The first tape was of me removing my clothes after a party I went to when I was 12. It was at Lucy's, a friend I used to associate myself with but I realized she only invited me to talk to Devon. I left furious that day. I was still wearing my training bra and I had just gotten my period. This video was taken from my window. They must have placed a video camera there because I was always sure I closed my curtains when I was changing. I was wearing nothing except my underwear. I wrapped a robe around me and went out of the room. That was the end of the first one, but it wasn't the end.
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