The Chapters of My Ending

Something I Could Never Get Back

On my thirteenth birthday, I had something taken away from me. He called it a gift that he had been the one I shared it with. The fact is, I did not share it with him. I did not give it to him. I screamed and I cried as he took it away from me. My virginity. My innocence was taken away at four, my virginity was taken away at thirteen.

After the initial attack, I was at least hit once a day. I was punched, kicked, slapped, and cursed at. I was told I was an ugly whore, I was a fucking cunt in his eyes. I was the most hideous thing he had ever seen in his eyes, I was a mistake.

The afternoon was the same as others, I had been tied to a chair that day and stabbed multiple times in my thigh. The tears dripped into my wounds, a mixture of blood and tears ran down my fair skin. His friend, he considered him a brother, Mastema, was the one slicing into my thigh. I remember his harsh voice in my ear,  whispering how this was only the beginning and that he loved the way I cried.  

After those lovely hours of torture, I was told to clean myself up, look presentable, and go meet Jake in his office. The first 'gift' I received was makeup, it was thrown at me. The words to follow were "I'm sick of looking at your face like that, fix it." He snapped at me not even looking away from his computer screen. His fingers then curled, motioning me to come closer.

A wave of  fear ran over me, this felt worse then any other time he had me approach him. I remember walking slowly to his desk and him yelling at me to walk faster. His hand went up to my neck and he wrapped it around mine, pulling me down to the ground. His hand squeezed til I was practically on the verge of passing out, but he released his hold on me and was instead straddling on top of me. "Ready to feel like an woman?" He asked in my ear, as he undid his belt.

I looked at him straight in the eyes with full fear, and a plead. "Please, Ja-Jake. I'mm beg-begging you, don't." I cried out, my voice was shaky and breathy. "Don't, no" I had hit at his chest, "Get off of me!" I screamed. 

He laughed and kissed me, shoving his tongue down my throat. He took his belt from the loops and tied it around my wrists and pinned them above my head. With his other calloused hand he pulled down my skirt and everything else leaving me exposed. His pants came off as well as his boxers. I never could understand how he got so aroused by my struggling and terror.

Jake thrusted into me, tearing and pain shot through my small body. He chuckled and said "Look at how wet my baby girl is." I was not, I was not aroused so there was no natural lubrication. He did this for the first couple of thrusts, but then I guess he started hurting and that just made him more angry. From first hand experience, skin on skin friction hurts like a bitch. He took the blood from my thigh and rubbed it all over his shaft and then proceeded to stick it in me.

I honestly don't remember what I screamed or what I said, it was probably something along the lines of begging him not to, but he continued til his warm seed was inside me. He proceeded to kiss me on my neck, nibbling up to my ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday, whore." He crawled off of me and left me there on the floor, sobbing and in pain. He got dress and left the office, leaving me, 'his whore' to wonder why I deserved what I had gotten, leaving me to want to die.