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She Hides Behind a Smile

She Hides Behind a Smile

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Jun 9, 20241h 27m
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Natalie opened her mouth to scream for her father, but Edward tightened the belt even more. He smirked widely at her, and pushed her over the bed. She started sobbing silently, choking and gasping again. She hung her head, and then he untightened the belt. He just grabbed her turn panties instead, and shoved them into her mouth. He took the belt from around her neck and undid his pants, letting his member out from his boxers. He then leaned over her, breathing lightly into her right ear, and spoke in a deep and lustful tone. "Scream, or tell anyone, and I'll make sure that you can never walk again. Understood, you little sl*t?" He whispered into her ear. **Just a note. This can get very descriptive and highly offensive. There is rape, abuse, and mentions of suicide in the story. So please, if you are a sensitive person, Don't Read The Damn Thing.**
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"I'll take the beating, but don't touch her," my father begged, broken and desperate. His plea fell on deaf ears as the command was given. The lashes came swiftly, and while my family screamed in horror, my uncles and father tried to mask their pain. But if you looked closely, you could see the agony etched in their faces. Each blow left me numb, but my mind screamed for revenge. I wanted retribution-for Liam, my grandmother, my father, my cousins, my aunts, and even those who once hated me cried out for it. But when I looked at my father, it was too late. He was unconscious, held tightly by those who had restrained him. I struggled through the pain, rushing to his side, bloodied and broken. "Help him, please!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks. My uncles rushed to help, but Liam and his men left without a second glance, driving off, and leaving us to deal with the aftermath.

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