midnight blues · kth

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This chapter contains mentions and descriptions of sexual assault. If you are not comfortable with such scenes you can skip this chapter or read the last half after the italics and second divider (--°--)

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"Little girl." The sickening deep whisper travelled to her ear. His breath brushing against her skin as she felt her bed dip as his heavy weight sank on it.

She slightly shifted away from him, her limbs utterly tense and completely stiff. Fully awake but keeping her eyes screwed shut, she hoped that he would leave her alone.

A chuckle rang out and she felt her hands begin to tremble. Her bottom lip quivered as she let out an involuntary whimper at the feeling of his cold fingers running along the exposed skin of her leg.

"No, please" She begged, her voice trembling in complete and utter fear. "Please stop touching me"

She whispered her broken pleas to the man. She was desperate, her eyes now tightly shut as a grimace overtook the small girls face.

"Shhh, be quiet little one. You'll wake up your sister. We don't want to do that now do we?" He asked from right next to her ear. His invasive hands pulling her smaller body closer.

She let out another cry, tears now fully streaming down her face as she opened her eyes and stared into the darkness.

"Mommy" The little girl whispered, a soft call for the woman who was supposed to protect her but only stared at her with regretful eyes just minutes before sending her to her room.

The man chuckled, his hands pushing up her thin night gown further but her hands moving to counter his movements almost instantly.

"Mommy can't save you now little girl, stop fighting this." He said, his words laced with a warning as her eyes closed shut again.

She wanted to fight and push the man off of her. She wanted to scream out loud and cry out for help but it was as if her voice was caught in her throat.

The last time she saw Serena do that, her older sister didn't get any food for three days and all she got was a beating from their father.

'let him do what he needs to Serena!'

'listen to your father!'

'don't fight, just shut up and do what he says!'

That was the only words she heard their mother give the older girl. Her tone strict and her voice filled with warning despite all the tears that streamed down her face.

Ever since then, Serena hadn't been the same.

She didn't want the same thing to happen to her. She didn't want her parents to hate her or punish her, so she laid still. Quietly pleading and crying to herself as she felt her father's friend, that came to visit for the first time that day, let his hands roam her small body.

She didn't know what he wanted from her. She didn't even know how he found her room. The only thing registering in the young girl's mind was her fear of having the stranger in her bed, close to her and touching her in different places without her permission.

"You're so pretty sweet girl. So pretty for me." He said again, his body now moving to hover over her. His voice was hoarse, an unpleasant sound to the girl's ears that would haunt her for years to come.