Dark Past, Darker Future

Chapter 3∆*×××

**DISCLAIMER: This chapter has sexual content, such as rape and child pornography. It also has potentially triggering actions in it- self harm. Please do not take action based on this story.**

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"Yep, Fabian is my name, Rowanberry." The tall boy said, smirking at the name he used.

"Just 'Rowan' please.." Rowan spoke, sighing as the bell rang.

"Ok Fey." The boy left the room, leaving Rowan to scoop up her belongings and wander into the hallways alone.

--Time skip to after school--

Rowan quietly slipped through the front door of her home, hoping to avoid both of her parents until she'd gotten her work done before they noticed she was home. However, life wasn't on her side this time.

"Hello Rowanbaby." A gravely voice said, laden with lust.

"H-hello Father." Her expression fell as she spoke. Why couldn't it have been her mother?

"It's been a while since you made an appearance, and our viewers have been asking for you." He said. Rowan could tell he was smirking by his tone, no need to turn around and confirm it.

"Get dressed, or, shall I say, undressed and meet me in The Room." Tayler, Rowan's father instructed.

Rowan obeyed, pulling on the semi-transparent undergarments after peeling off her other clothes. As she was getting dressed, Primrose walked in, immediately running over to Rowan and hugging her tightly.

"Oh," Primrose said, sympathy in her voice. "Just do what he tells you... And don't give up when he starts. Don't fight back and it will go quicker... Just be lucky you don't have your period yet." Primrose said, releasing Rowan.

"O-ok..." She responded, exiting the room and ascending the stairs until she reached the room her father had referred to.

She opened the door, and was met by the familiar dim lights. She walked up to her place, and sat in the cage. After a few moments, her father walked in, and turned a camera on.

"Come here; pet." Tayler ordered, motioning for her to come to him.

Rowan obeyed, crawling out of the cage as she had been trained to do. She crawled toward him, sitting back in her knees and rested her weight on her palms which were placed on the tile.

She was at eye-height with his crotch, and she could see the bulge, at which Tayler smirked.

"Take care of it, slut." Tayler pulled her head forcefully closer to his crotch, and stood up, pulling off his jeans and underwear.

Rowan shut her eyes tight as she placed her mouth on his dick, beginning to move her mouth along his shaft. She went agonizingly slow, and felt his hand shove her mouth deeper onto his dick- a move that she had been forced to play every time she had to do this for one of her father's videos.

"Faster, slut!" Tayler exclaimed, bucking his hips up into her mouth again and again until he reached his climax, releasing into her mouth.

"On your hands and knees, stick your pretty little ass in the air." He stood up, pulling his clothes back on and walked across the room, returning with with an item.

"Push back when you feel it." He pressed the small metal item against her asshole, and Rowan immediately jerked away.

"Not that! Please!"

She begged, but just recieved a slap to the face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back, forcing the plug into her ass.

Rowan screamed, but was met with several whips to her back.

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE WHORE!" Talyer roared, pulling his clothes off again. She wasn't sure what he'd do next, but burst out crying as he slammed his length into her core.

He pulled out, and slammed back in, over and over, until he was done, and she dropped to the floor, drained of energy and hope.

She felt the plug be pulled out sharply and the camera click off.

"Go, slut." He said, shoving her away from her spot with her foot.

Rowan slowly stood up, her breath shaky. She walked out of The Room and back downstairs into the room that she shared with her siblings.

Primrose immediately rushed to her, but Rowan just waved her away and staggered into the bathroom. She turned the water on full heat, and undressed, pulling up a tile under the rug and grabbed a white box. It held a razor and a bloodied rag.

She took both items and set them on the counter, pulling off her glasses and clothes and locking the door.

Rowan looked at her self in the foggy mirror, and then looked away, repulsed.

She hated her body. She hated herself. She hated her father. She hated her mother. She hated her life.

With those thoughts, Rowan stepped into the scalding shower after grabbing the rag and razor. She sank to the tub floor, crying silently and sliding the razor across her arms. Over and over, creating X's and #'s. Blood pooled around her, and she set the razor down, and took the rag, wiping it across the dripping cuts.

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Hello, it's Wiittle. I decided to update today because I got my phone back. This has not happened to me. I mean the rape/child pornography. I have cut, and I have used a razor a few times, though I soon resorted to scissors.... Lets not bring that up. Anyways, I'll see you next time.

Bai my Butters,

~∆Wiittle∆