I scrunch my eyes shut. I hate this, and yet my pussy pulses, needing to be filled again. Needing him.
And he needs me.
“Please,” I try. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to accept this completely. “Please, I can’t?—”
“You had so much fight. Had, that is.” He chuckles. “All it took was a few restraints and forced uncleanliness, and now you’re willing to play nice. Look! You even have your legs free, and you won’t use them to hurt me. You could never hurt your father now. Isn’t that right, sweet one?”
He bends down until we’re inches apart. My vision burns with the scent of his molten breath: sulphur, mold, and rotting fruit.
But I still want his cock in me.
“Please,” I whisper. I’m drowning.
He scowls down at me. “You can beg better than that.”
My pussy constricts. The words tumble out.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I shout. “Fuck your slutty little girl.”
“Ah,” he croons. “I like when you call me by my familial title, but you’re not a little girl, are you? Let’s fix that.” He winks. “Change it to ‘freak,’ then say it again for me.”
I press my lips together, gathering strength. I hate that word so much that it makes me see red.
But I’m powerless right now.
The poison. I forgot about the poison pills. He took my clothes; did he keep the pills? Is there still a chance to kill him?
Strength swells inside my chest. I just need to get through this.
“Please. Fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Fuck your slutty daughter.”
His fingers brush my folds. “That’s not what I ordered you to say, is it?”
I grimace. Fine. “Fuck your slutty freak.”
“Not yet.”
My shoulders deflate, disappointment blubbering in my throat. He made me say those awful words, and he’s not going to give me what I want?
“You’re sopping cunt needs to learn delayed gratification,” he says. “And besides, your holes are covered in feces right now. You don’t want Daddy getting your shit on his cock, do you?”
“You just—” I can’t even say it out loud. “You just licked my?—”
Three fingers stab into my pussy. I gasp. As he fingers me, he reaches his thumb to my clit. My limbs quiver, and my vision blurs. I’m sore, but it feels good, and I don’t know what to do. How much more of this can I take?
“What a useless woman. Good for nothing unless you’re being used,” he says.
I weep. His fingers jab my insides. I writhe, but he forces my clit to endure his rapid touch.
“Today’s lesson is a unique one,” he says. “Today, you will learn how to endure my mark.”
I thrust my hips forward. He spits on my pussy, his saliva dripping into my hole.
“Disgusting freak,” he snarls.
My nipples pebble. His tongue flicks over his bottom lip. He’s the most vile man I’ve met, and yet I want him to use me. It’s the only thing that will erase my thoughts.
“Please, Daddy,” I cry. “Clean me now, then fuck me. I need your cock?—”
