We got back home the next day pretty early; it was, like, five in the morning 'cause there's an emergency at Tom's job. He wasn't gonna be gone for long, so they made him help them for forty minutes and he immediately came back home. I placidly slept in his bed, my face nestled deep in my pillow as Tom's arms snaked around my waist, drawing me close.
"You're late; the sun is fully out," I said.
"That doesn't mean I can't cuddle with my girlfriend," he remarked. I positioned myself on my palms and swallowed hard.
The evil memories of Dad's green eyes flicked across my mind and his hands clasped about my wrists as he whipped me with his belt, his tongue licking my neck. I hyperventilate, my breathing rising and falling in labored hiccups.
My first thought was to go back to sleep until Tom woke me up for breakfast.
That's what I did.
He's here. My father.
In my room, naked as the day he was born, crawling in my bed. He removes my clothes; the panties only a pool of cotton on the floor.
He bites at my thigh then wraps it around his hips, wriggling a finger in my vagina.
I wince and slapped him, getting him to realize he was raping his only daughter; his flesh and blood, the only child he was supposed to take care of after her mother died.
"You'll like this very much, honey. You'll be so happy when it's over."
He thinks it'll be great.
Little does he know that he's an idiot and he'll go to hell for his sin.
He groped for my thighs and starts to thrust hard, a mixture of pain and anger swirling within my body.
Soon my thighs are stained with his sticky semen and the impure blood of my lost virginity. I sobbed softly as he continued to thrust inside me.
I sprang awake, sweat pouring in heavy balls. "Tom! Tom, wake up, please!" I cried, nudging him from his rest.
He popped open his eyes and asked, "What is it, baby? You had a nightmare?"
Fervently nodding my head, I said, "Of my father. He-he corrupted me. He put me through hell and I wish he does go there."
I buried my face in my hands, shaking in fear.
"I'm terrified, Tom."
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Our Wild Spirits
Ficción GeneralIf only I had another chance at life, thought insecure Emily when she seeks shelter in the arms of her gentle, ruggedly beautiful boyfriend Tom from the abusive clutches of her father after his sadistic beating. She finally finds the freedom she's b...
