My Room Was Cozy. It filled with pink and girly stuff. Typical girls,huh? The best part about it was that it was right above the meadow. The view took my breath away every time. I started to remember the good times in the house. My mom and I planted all the flower that were now colorfully blossoming there. "Boy, Was That Hard work." Just as I felt a smile spreading across my face, the door swung open. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Ray. He was a sorry excuse for a man. He was a drunk and an abuser. He constantly tortured my mother & I. But do you want to know something? She never stood up for herself or me. I was her fucking daughter! Her own flesh! Her own god damned blood! Hell, the lady carried me 9 months! I always wondered how she slept at night. Knowing that her husband was fucking her and fucking her daughter too. She is just as sick as him. The Door slammed shut and then I heard the lock click. I tried to swallow the large lump in my throat but it didn't budge. My whole body tensed at his presence.
"Kitty",he said in a almost teasing tone.
His tone of voice made me wince and my body shuddered in fear. Even though this was going on for while, I was still bat shit scared of this man. I should be, right?
"Come here kitty, you know what I want"
I hated that name. I quickly complied only because I knew what could happen if i didn't. I Shuddered at the thought. It felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. It felt like it took hours to make it over to my bed. Finally, making it to the bed, I was now standing in front of him. Even though I was standing and he was sitting down, he still towered over me. He slipped his finger under my chin and tilted until I was looking directly into his eyes. His eyes, they were the darkest shade of brown ever and he looked at me with pure lust. I could see his need for me there. He was the sicker than anyone I could Even attempt to imagine.
"You're so beautiful, but I love you better naked", he smirked. I could feel the tears threatening to escape as he pulled my shirt up.
"Raise your arms kitten."
I did. He unhooked my bra but left my panties. All I Could Think About was how fucked up this situation is and how much I ached to be in my father's arms again. I wanted him to tell me it would be okay and that he would protect me. That's what he promised and he let me down. Before I knew it, Ray was on top of me pushing my legs open with his knees. Slowly, he started to kiss me. My lips, my face, my neck, my breast, and even my sex. I felt sick to my stomach with every touch from him. I let out a sob as tears started to flow. I couldn't control them anymore.
"Stop crying Kitten, You Know you want this.", he hissed.
"No.", I Protested in response. Obviously, not the best thing on my part. I felt a hard hand come into direct contact with my cheek. I let out a scream.
"Shut Up! Not one more fucking word or I swear to god, Kitten.", He said through gritted teeth.
I had no other choice but to lay there and take it. He continued to kiss me until he got to the apex of my thighs. He reached up to grab the waistband of my underwear and removed them. Then I felt his mouth on me. I Hated this. His Mouth felt so good on me, but I knew it was wrong. I hated myself more for feeling this way. He circled my clit with his tongue while he pumped into me with two fingers. I wanted to let out the moan I was holding in so bad, but i didn't want him to think I was enjoying it. I was. After he was done, he kneeled between my legs.
"Look how wet you are for me, Kitten."
I Felt him at my entrance and my breath caught in my throat. The tears started again. I didn't want this. I Felt him slide in, Filling me. It was still such a strange feeling to me. He started to pound into me. He was out for blood. GUNS FUCKING BLAZING. He came with a loud roar filling me with his cum. I was so relieved when he pulled out and left the room. I felt so disgusted with myself. It Took all the strength I had in me to get up, but I did and I went straight into the bathroom. I Turned on the water and stepped in. For some reason, I thought hot showers would wash away how dirty I felt, but I Was wrong. So fucking wrong.
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Woah, intense first chapter. Sorry for so much in one chapter and the swearing. Until next time💕
Xoxo Tasi😘
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