That's DADDY

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He twirls his finger threw his cup of whiskey, taking it out, he puts it seductivley inside his mouth as he looks at the girl in front of him.
"Damn baby,"
His voice sounded safe, but the life that stood before him was shaking with fear.
He gets up from his chair and takes a gulp of his beverage before splashing the rest on the poor soul. She screams for a moment as she backs up, covering herself when she realizes that her shirt became see through. She had just woken up when she had been abducted, so this made her curse herself for not sleeping with any undergarments on.
"Oh look baby your shirt is all wet. Let me help you with that. " he says slowly making his way towards her.
"Dont you touch me, don't you fucking touch me!" She screams running away from him.
She knew there was no where to run in the small, dark , and empty room, but she just didn't his fiflty hands to fundle her again.
He started getting close to catching her but "somehow" she'd escape his grip. Though the room was dimly lit, you can see his bright white teeth flickering now and then as he chased her around the room. He was enjoying the game. He's letting her tire herself out until she no fight left when his soilder would be ready for attention.
"Please," she cried dropping to the floor in defeat. "Why are you doing this?"
He laughs and picks her up bridal style as he swings her around and yell "weeeeeeeee"
He laughs like it was histerical and she screams at his madness.
He sits her on the long fragile table that his empty cup previously sat on before he through it off. The table had straps on it, two at the bottom ends, two at the top ends, and one at the top middle.
"Please dont..." she cries, too tired from playing Tom and Jerry to even talk, but she wants to get through to him.. like she knows she can.
"Please tell me why? Have i disobeyed you? Is this a punishment to my mom?"
He chuckles and reach for his glass thats no longer there. He could really use a drink right now, but looking at the chocolate fountian in front of him, he figures he'll past.
"Thats always the question isnt it?" He laughs. Walking toward her he trails a finger down her wet shirt. "Why me?! Why me?!" He mimicks, then takes a laugh. "Oh sweetheart, " That calm voice again, He Puts a cold hand on her face causing her to shake her head away. He laughs at her reblion. "Its never nothing anyone does sometimes." Slowly walking down the table, he tugs the end of her shirt. "Take it off." He demands, his voice now hard and scary, matching his personality.
She jumps at the sudden change in his voice, and curls up into a ball. "No, please.."
Stepping back he takes another hardy laugh, like he's with his guys when their disscussing football. "Teenagers, you guys are sooo rebeliant.."
She looks at him with fear. Those same blue eyes inside that carmel skin had no name to it anymore. She looked him dead in his eyes, trying to get him to see who she is, trying to search for the papa that she once knew. She thought back to the time of when it could've all started, when did he change.
"Take it off!" He yells smashing the table on the space next to her, cauing her to jump, from fear and from the impact, forcing her out of her thoughts.
She stands her ground, clutching her knees so tight she dug her nails inside her skin, causing blood, hoping it'll be like a lock and key for her.
"Listen Riley, we can do this the easy way..." He points to her shirt. "Or the hard way." He says pointing to the shackles on the table.
She looks around the room, she know there has to be a way out if theres a way in, running around the room she felt no door, no latch, no handle. The room was perfectly even and solid. She cried in disbelief of the situation.
Getting irritated, he grabs her by the neck, slamming her head on the table drawing blood. Riley screams as loud as she could, she was a saprano who could hit a screetching high note, so she used that to her ability, hoping to crack a window.
And it did.
Being so close to the scream, the inpact also broke his eardrum, out of reflex he punched her in the mouth, shutting her up and taking her bottom tooth.
Riley wanted to be happy for the broken window, but she could feel no emotion except pain. She laid limp, like she was dead with her hand covered over her mouth.
He sighed and shook his head as he took this time to secure her. "I don't like hitting you riley." He says in that scary calm voice of his.
Riley cries in pain, not just physical, but emotional. She wants to speak but her mouth is full of blood and the wound from her head is getting worse. She just shakes her head.
He couldnt take it, seeing her like this, he cut off the fragile light that hung from the ceiling. Riley heard footsteps and then they were gone. No door creaked, no knob was turned.
Painfully she tried to loosen up the grip on the shackles. She felt her right hand slowly slipping through. She painicked in suspense, wanting to hurry, not knowing when he'll come back. Faster and more painful, she yanked her hand more and more, so close to freedom , until she heard the footsteps and again. Then she felt his hand stopping hers as he tightened the strap.
"I want to let you go now, but its too late, you'll tell, and ruin my plans. So now its just a matter of how long i should keep you in here."
Her cry muffled through all the blood that clogged her throat. Riley is the type of person to see the upside in all situations. She saw this as one more oppertunity for freedom. The longer she's in here the longer she'll have to figure it out.
"Okay, " she says in her baby voice, trying to get more sympathy out of him. You can hardly hear her though all the blood, but you could understand clearly. "I understand Daddy. "
There was silenced and then a laugh, from him. Those hardy laughs like before. Into view come a bottle and a glass of ice, where he pours his cheap whiskey into. He gulps the whole thing and throws down the glass. Riley flinches in disbelief. He then takes the bottle to the head, gulping down like a maniac. In ten seconds he was drunk. Dead drunk.
He laughs a more hardy but sluggish laugh as he wobbles toward riley. "Say that again." He smiles a drunken smile.
She shakes her head regretting ever opening her big bloody mouth.
"Riley?!" He asks angrily, trying to slam the table but misses causing himself to fall.
Riley starts tugging on the strap again as he slowly and wobbly stand to his feet.
"What... did chu callme?" He smiles as he gets close to her face. She can smell the stench of alcohol and it makes her sick. "Zaddyyy..." he slurrs.
She tries to shake her head in fear , but her neck is still strapped, afraid to open her mouth to say no because they are so close to kissing, she afraid to turn him on more.
He laughs and and kisses her neck. Riley tries to spit out her blood, as it rolls down her high cheekbones on her chocolate skin, and down beside her ears. She starts to cry now, which causes her to cough up the blood held hostage in her throat, along with her tooth.
He rolls his eyes "ugh" he slugs dramatically. He takes a towel a blue towel with spongebob squarepants face on it.
Riley recognizes the towel, she recognizes it because its hers, which means shes home. Mom had to have heard the scream, and the window shattering.
He puts the towel over Rileys face. Riley struggles but cant move a muscle. All she feels is his kisses down her neck, and onto her stomach, followed by the ripping of her shirt. He kisses and sucks on her nipples, to be so young she had such big breast. She then felt the trail lead to her vaginal spot. She cried in disgust but he imagined it as moans of pleasure.
"You like that dont you baby?" He says continuing his duty.
"NO!" she says clearly.
Angry, he bites her clitoris, piercing it. Riley wishes she could close her legs. She wishes she wasnt here right now. Shes tired of it, shes just tired. So she forces herself to leave, a bad habbit that just so happens to come in handy. A tear falls down her face, when she cant leave because her world was interupted by her wall ripping. He virginity was gone.
"Oohhh, god youre so tight baby. "
And all Riley could think about again was pain, from her head, from her mouth, from her private, from her heart.
As he started to get into it, he starts to choke her.
Riley panicks at the feeling of his hand on her throat, now fighting with every bone in her body to escape.
"Yeah baby you like that dont you?" He asks tired.
"Noo.. " she wails. His hands gets tighter, and tighter until shes gasping for air.
"Shit.... shit." He huffs.
Rileys life starts flashing before her. She sees her first birthday, first day of school, first kiss... Dylan. She mentally smiles as Dylan came into her view... she grows unconcious, wanting to fight to stay awake, but everytime she fights shes met with the brutle reality of her dad raping her. She then see's a bright light...
"Its so beautiful.." she whispers.
His hand has grown so tight on her neck, under the towel, her brown neck has turned purple.
"Uh... uh..." he starts, closer and closer to his climax
"Hey Grandma..." she says walking towards her.
He lets out a breathe of air as he nuts inside his daughter, just as her body has fallen limp.

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So, my name is Mariah. I am the girl in the profile picture. I share an account with my friend Shae and she usually writes the books while I just read them. But I was bored and I was like, why not make my own. And so Shae read it, and liked it and she was like "you should publish this on Wattpad." But idk. I don't write like that I was honestly just bored asf. Here's the first 3 chapters and yeah. Let me know.

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