Chapter 34

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*Tuesday morning, July 2nd, 2019.

She thought she would hate him. She thought she would run away and never see him again. She thought she would feel as empty as yesterday. Clearly she was wrong, so wrong, dead wrong. After she woke up, all Hope wanted to do was masturbate. She couldn't stop masturbating. No matter how swollen and red Hope's clit got, she continued to rub, twist, pull, whatever she could do to stimulate it; as the images of her father defiling her, raw and rough, flickered between her eyes. The only part she didn't like was the fact that he was drunk. Hope wanted him to do it again. Needed him to do it again. Except she wanted the real him. But she now wanted to experience this side of him.

Hope grabbed her laptop with her free hand and opened it, typing away, which lead her to a random porn site. Hope scrolled through the images flashing before her, calling for her attention, rolling her digit, as she replaced the females with herself and the males with her father.

 Hope scrolled through the images flashing before her, calling for her attention, rolling her digit, as she replaced the females with herself and the males with her father

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Hope was slowly drifting away, lost in the sea of pleasure. She was oblivious regarding the psychological effects of porn. Ignorance is bliss. Did she even care at this point?

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