“Please,” I begged, pushing myself further into the dresser.
Without saying a word, he snapped his fingers, telling me in his own way to hurry up and take off my clothes. I was frozen in place, my eyes bouncing around the room and looking for a way out. A way to get out of this hole I had dug myself deeper into.
Getting impatient with me, he wrapped a hand loosely around my neck. I knew it would only take a small squeeze for him to cut off my air.
“You will do as I say,” he said, his voice a whisper against my lips. His eyes pinned mine. I couldn’t move.
“No,” I said, my voice stronger than I was expecting.
That was all he needed. He squeezed my neck, instantly cutting off my air. My hands attempted to pry his off me while his other hand pulled my head back by my hair. He didn’t hold too long. Just as I saw black spots fill my vision, he let me go. I fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
His foot connected to my ribs. I cried out, crawling into a ball.
“Get up, you worthless cunt,” he huffed. When I didn’t move, he pulled me up by my arm. I stood there, tears streaming down my face and my breath choppy.
He forced me to undress by pulling my shirt off my body, then my pants down my legs. He stripped me bare as I stood there. I tried to cover my barely-there breasts from his eyes, but he smacked my arms out of the way.
When I finally complied, I was standing there, my arms at my sides. Panic filled me from the inside out. He spat in my face before nodding his head towards the bed with a raised brow.
“No,” I said one last time, my voice as weak as I felt.
He huffed, fed up with me. It didn’t take much. He dragged me to the bed, forcing me onto my back. I tried, God did I try, to not let him. But he forced my legs apart as he fit his body between them.
“See, that wasn’t so hard. Why do you always have to fight me? No one wants you, so it’s not like you have anything to save. I’ve already had you so many times. I’ve ruined you for anyone who would ever want you.”
He stood there for a moment before placing a hand on my breast. They weren’t that big, but my father loved to fondle them. He pinched the nipple, causing me to cry out again. The pain shot right through me.
I begged him to stop. I promised I’d be good.
It did nothing to deter him. Soon enough, he was fed up with my words, shoving his discarded boxers into my mouth. I couldn’t help but gag against them.
During all my begging, I hadn’t noticed when he’d shoved his own pants off or when he began to get hard. I only knew he was hard when I heard the foil wrapper open.
“I’d stick my cock into your ugly mouth, but I don’t think your teeth would agree. Soon, though,” he promised as he lined his penis up with my body. “Just wait, Scar. I’m gonna fill you in every place you have.”
I shook my head, my nose stuffy. I could barely catch my breath as he slowly pushed his way in. Each time was different. Sometimes my father would take me fast, other times he’d draw it out for what felt like hours.
I swear, the times I fought him made him go faster, harder, against me. But not this time. Oh no, he was going to draw this time out for as long as possible. He wanted me to suffer.
I begged with my eyes as he pushed all the way in. He stilled inside me, letting his eyes roll back in his head. He liked this.
Slowly, he began to move. I could feel each inch of him deep inside me. My stomach twisted inward as he took me as his own pace. One hand twisted my nipples, moving from one to the other. The other hand supported his weight from crushing me too much.
Finally, his thrusts turned harder, rougher, as he reached his end. His breaths turned into pants. I could feel him swell before pausing deep in me. He grunted low in his chest as he finally found his release.
“So good, Scar. So fucking good,” he panted, pulling out and kissing me on my cheek at the same time. “You get better with each fuck. I can’t wait till the day you beg me to fuck you instead of this little fight we have each time.”
It didn’t take him long to toss his used condom onto my breasts, letting his gunk seep out onto me. His wicked laugh caused me to shiver.
I knew tonight was going to be a long night as he removed the used underwear from my mouth and tossed them aside. His penis was already growing against my hip as he rubbed the semen into my breast with a hand.
Iwoke with a gasp. My heart pounded in my chest at a billion miles an hour. My breaths were uneven. It all felt so real. It took me a moment to remember where I was. Tears clouded my vision, and I had to blink a few times to get it to clear.
I was in the living room, the TV throwing the soft glow from Netflix around the room. Collin was still snoring away at the end of the couch, blind to my torment.
How long had I been asleep? Why hadn’t Collin heard me? Normally, as far as I knew, he was an extremely light sleeper. He’d wake to every little sound, to every creak in the house.
Sitting up straighter on the couch, the sound of a car door made me jump. I glanced over at Collin, still passed out. What the heck had he drunk? And how much?
