Shadows of My Past

Chapter 5

I struggled with everything I had against the secured ropes but even with the slightest movement, the grip seemed to grow stronger than the last. My father had on only his jeans, but were barely on anyways. He slowly waved the knife in my face, then lightly slid it down my arm.

Stop.

A little harder down my stomach.

Stop.

Harder down my thigh.

I shrieked as pain shot through my lower calf, blood oozing around the tip of the knife.

He pulled it away and showed me my blood on the blade.

"I can just as easily do that again if you choose not to cooperate tonight." His voice was stiff and threatening.

"You've been fantasizing about this day for quite some time now, havent you," I spat.

I stared wearily into his deep black eyes, trying to find any sign of mercy possible. It was obvious there was none.

He gave me a sly grin.

My heart was hammering through my chest as I tried to brace myself for the situation in front of me. But no amount of years in hell would prepare me enough for what I knew was about to happen.

A calloused hand trailed up my body.

"You really are beautiful." He smirked.

"Shut up." I growled.

I screamed as the knife slashed through my right arm.

"I suggest you behave better. I'd hate to see such a perfect body like yours be damaged anymore."

I stared at him with disbelief, but mostly disgust.

"What are you trying to prove?"

Slowly he drew the knife to his side and krept towards me. He bent down so we were face to face and I could practically taste the Burben off his breath.

"Im not trying to prove anything. I just want to spend some quality time with my daughter."

I could tell he was holding back his laughter.

"You should've thought a lot more about getting my mother pregnant."

"You were a mistake."

"Maybe you're the reason she's dead right now."

For the first time I saw hurt in his eyes. Not a lot, but enought to know it was there. But after a second, just like my father, it was long gone and would never, ever come back.