Crimes and Punishments

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Twenty one

'He was a sceptic, he was young, abstract, and therefore cruel.'

After the episode in the hallway, Roisin ran to her room and decided she couldn't cope with John being here. He still did things to her that no other man has done. He played her like an instrument. He had complete control over her and she might as well just give up in trying to repel him.

If he loved her, then why was he doing this? Why was he being so cruel? She wanted to cry, but her desire was fighting it. She ended up pulling her dress up to touch herself. She thought about the first time he made her feel good.

How he told her to pinch her pink taut nipples on her breasts while he licked and sucked on her clit. Her fingers were working fast as she pulled the top of her dress down to free her tits and place her index finger and thumb around her swollen nub to pinch it.

'John, please, why won't you make love to me?' A tear came down her cheek as she felt a mix of looming sadness and desire. She yearned for him and he rejected her twice now. Then, he played with her desire for him, by teasing her. Now, here she was, touching herself for a man that didn't love her.

Finally, she felt it, the knot coming undone as her legs shook and shivered. She laid back on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She was hopeless and wanted to find herself, but she was forever haunted by the memories of Conor's abuse.

—

It was finally Christmas Eve and Roisin was nervous. She took a shower and braided her hair. Then, once again, went for the glowy look, but the CBD oil on her still couldn't calm her nerves from seeing her relatives she hadn't seen since she was six.

John came down the stairs with smirk on his face as he looked at her. He knew what she did and even though he got scolded for being late, he lingered a bit to listen in to what she was doing in her bedroom. John, please, why won't you make love to me? Some of what he heard, really haunted him and half of him really wished he hadn't listened.

But he knew she was horny and was bound to do something like touch herself. He just didn't know she was going to do it with such melancholy. He wanted to embrace her, but she wanted him to stay away from her and avoided his looks. She'd decided this morning that she was done with him and wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

'Rosy, come and see your relatives,' her mam called. She hurried past John and he felt alone for the first time in forever.

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More presents were placed under the Christmas tree for tomorrow night after Christmas dinner. That has always been the time in which presents were opened, much to little Rosy's dismay. But her father always let her at least open one present in the morning. Little Rosy has now grown up into a mature woman who is patient for her gifts now.

Dinner was upon them after everyone arrived. Unfortunately, Roisin's cousin, Aoife was here. She was a bit older than Roisin...five years apart. Aoife always did pick on her and called her a wilted rose. Roisin believed her as she looked at her older cousin and saw such beauty. She had red hair and green eyes with flawless skin.

She was never forced to marry an abuser or was treated horribly. Roisin wanted to be her, but now she was at the dinner table chewing her food with anger as she watched Aoife make flirty eyes towards John...and he was returning them.

She had long legs and her boobs were perfect. They weren't a pain like Roisin's were. Every guy wanted Aoife and apparently, even John. She finished early and dismissed to go to the jacks. She went to her room and called Delilah as she cried. After a long dial tone, she answered.