His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 20

"Forget it. I'll just go there another time and ask a different desk clerk." Helena scoffed. So talented aren't you? Especially that mouth of yours. Well both of them. Niklaus's disgusting words echoed in her head. Shut up motherfucker. Literally. Helena grunted, kicking the dirt in the ground. She strolled over to the dock and sat at the edge, reflecting back on those horrific memories. One in particular came to mind. She remembered this one. It happened the same month his witch bitch mother forced them to lose their virginity to each other.

"Well, it seems you two are resisting less. Good. We're improving." Esther stated staring down at her son and the girl. "Since Helena got her end of the punishment. I believe it is fitting for you, my dear son, to get your end of the punishment." She calmly expressed glancing at Helena. "Remember how tormenting your first time was? Well I'm sure it wouldn't have been as painful if my son had listened and prepared you for it. So I've decided I'll let you give him the same experience." Esther expressed with a grin as she left them momentarily to fetch something.

Helena's mind was racing. There's no way she would do whatever that sick bitch wanted her to do. She wasn't that kind of person. She knew it wasn't Niklaus's fault even if a part of her continued to put the blame on him. What could she do anyway? Where would I....No. No way. Helena gulped, shaking her head.

What is his mother thinking? She must be messing with them. She did that a few times, testing them. That's what this is. This is simply a test. It's obvious. I'm not falling for it. Niklaus thought, assured; completely oblivious.

"Ah, here we are." Esther exclaimed, holding a fire iron with smoke surrounding it, indicating it was thrown into a fire pit not long ago. "Stand up Helena unless you want me to use magic again." She asserted as she watched Helena get up. "Good. Now stand up Niklaus." She turned to her son as he stood up as well. "I could do this plenty of other ways, but I decided why not? Let's do it this way. Here. Hold the plastic end of it." Esther stated, handing the fire iron to Helena. "Come with me Niklaus." She instructed, walking towards a table and standing beside it so she wasn't blocking the view. "Lean against it." Esther gestured, pointing to the table.

No. She wouldn't. It's a joke. It has to be. Yes she was a barbaric mother, but was she really this sadistic towards her own son? He was in disbelief. Still believing it was some farce. So he obeyed, leaning against the table.

"I'm sure you believe this is a joke, Niklaus. I can assure you that it isn't. Maybe you'll learn from this my impulsive son." Esther remarked as she motioned for Helena to walk towards them. "Alright. Stop. Right there is perfect enough, dear." She firmly vocalized when Helena stood behind Niklaus.

"I-I-I...I can't. I can't do this." Helena cried, holding the fire iron as her hand began to waver. Her other hand brushed against his back. He was just as shaky as her. I'm sorry Niklaus. I don't want to do this. I refuse to do this. It wasn't your fault.

"You will unless you want me to do the same to you, ungrateful girl." Esther shouted. "Now close your eyes and do it." She replied, calming her voice, and pinching the bridge of her nose annoyed.

Niklaus could sense her inner turmoil. He knew she wasn't going to do it. He knew she'd let Esther hurt her instead. She's not barbaric like his mother. She didn't have it in her. As much as he hated it, he had to let her know she had to do it. In some sick way this is fair. It was my mother's fault, but it was also mine. It didn't help that I kept growing and thrashing around inside her which caused her more discomfort. While she was feeling pain, I felt pleasure. It wasn't right. But at least I'll understand how it feels in some way. He sighed, as he reached around his back to grasp her trembling hand, letting her know it was okay to proceed, before putting his hand back against the table.

"Good girl." Esther nodded proudly with a broad smile, watching Helena hold the fire iron with both hands and inserting the fire iron all the way up his rectum in one swift move.

"I'm so sorry Niklaus. I belong in Hell." Helena cried hysterically and slowly removed the bloody fire iron, falling to the ground. She didn't want to look. She knew it atrocious. She could feel his erratic breathing, his muscle spasms, and his contractions, but he didn't utter a word. He kept it all in. For some reason, it made her feel even more guilty.

He knew it would feel horrific. But it didn't prepare Niklaus from feeling the fire iron eat away at his flesh. He wondered if this stinging and burning sensation was similar to Helena's first time. It felt like an open wound. He could smell the smokey scent in the air and his own blood. No doubt, his mother was loving the sight and she probably wanted him to scream. Niklaus wouldn't give her that satisfaction. So he sucked it all in, shutting his eyes. He knew this would leave a mark. A mark only he knew was there. Because it wasn't one you could see. He felt like his ass was on fire being stabbed by the devil's pitchfork; ironically, in a way, it was. Except Helena is not the devil. This not a pitchfork. And His mother was the devil. She should have been the one doing it. But he knew what his mother was doing. She wanted Helena to feel guilty. Just another manipulation tactic. He couldn't move any of his limbs. He felt numb. So he opened his eyes and stared at nothing in particular; absentmindedly; oblivious to Helena's apology.

All of sudden, Helena felt her tears coming out nonstop, rolling down her cheeks. "Why the fuck did I have to go and remember this one?" She shouted. She knew why. It was the first time she participated in something so heinous. After that, the demands kept getting worse for both of them. She still questioned how she was able to follow through with it. She knew the answer to this one as well. Him. She remembered that small, but comforting gesture. How even despite his trembling, he firmly held her hand, so she knew to continue. They were both terrified. She wasn't going to do it. He knew that too. So he stepped up and gave her comfort despite the fact that he was the one truly needing it. "That half-breed bastard. I don't care about him. I don't care about what he thinks. Say whatever the fuck you want about me." Helena vocalized, knowing she was lying to herself or else she wouldn't have remembered the first time she felt guilty and disgusted with herself for hurting him. "Enough. I gotta stop with this crying-fest." She asserted as she stood up, scraping off the dirt that glued to her behind, and walked off.