She's hiding in the corner, shaking profusely. Her body breaking out in a cold sweat, hoping to hell she will not be found. Tick tock, tick tock, the clock sounds like it is hinting to her hunter where she is. She crawls into a tighter ball, digging herself deeper into the shadow of the corner as she hears footsteps coming by. "Shadow Lee, you can't hide from me for long."
She shudders. She can almost see it happening before her eyes. His cold blue eyes smiling at her, mocking her very existence. His coy smirk as he walks towards her. And then...
She trembles violently. Not wanting to even think about what would happen then.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..." His voice is soft and inviting, yet somehow cold and cruel at the same time.
She shuts her eyes tightly. It couldn't happen to her... not again.
She sheds a single tear, she needs to find a way out, a way to freedom. But what to do, what to do. She racks her brain for an idea. "Hey sweetie, I finally found you. Why are you hiding from me in that corner? I only want to give you some love." He grabs her arm. She tries to wrench it free from his grip but he grabs her by the chin, forcing her wild hazel eyes to look at him. "Now why are you being so hostile sweetie?"
She shakes her head. Clearly not wanting to be there, under his hard grip. She shudders as he lifts her up, as he forces his lips onto hers. He kisses her roughly, harshly, he forces her lips open, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He explores the inside of her mouth, giving himself the permission he needs to do so, ignoring her protests, until she bites down on his tongue.
"B***h" He whispers. He tightens his grip with one hand, and slaps her with the other. She cries out in pain. Her face is throbbing now. "I'm the one who decides what you're allowed to do. Agreed? If I tell you to do something, you do it. If not... there WILL be consequences."
She shudders, knowing exactly what the consequences would be.
"Now love, where did we leave off?" He says softly, slipping his hand underneath her shirt. She trembles.
"oh, sweetie, you're so soft," he whispers in her ear as he's caressing her breast, sending shivers down her spine.
"Please stop," she whispers, hoping for once she will get her own way. "Now, what did I say before?" he says sweetly, pinching her n****e. She gasps and cries out, crying, wanting this all to end. "Here is your consequence for talking out of turn." He shoves her on her feet, pushes her against the wall.
"Please..." she whimpers.
"Shush," he says, "Didn't I tell you not to speak unless I told you?"
He traces her outline with his hands, touching her warm smooth skin with his hands. He put his head into her hair, breathing in deeply. She shivers underneath his touch.
"Please!"
"I told you to SHUT UP!" He whispers harshly. He then he slides her out from under her shirt, taking a step back to admire her.
She starts inching towards the ground but he grabs her by the throat and shoves her back up. "Stop disobeying me!" he yells at her. She starts whimpering. "Now sweetie," he whispers in her ear as he unbuttons her pants, "I am going to punish you for this, but I'm telling you, this is going to hurt you more than this is gonna hurt me."
She is sobbing now. Crying out.
He quickly grows tired of her crying. "Shush!" he tells her, kissing her again, silencing her sobs. She wriggles a bit, trying to get out from underneath him. He forces himself closer to her, his right hand exploring every inch of her torso, his left exploring her thigh.
She decides it would be smartest to stay quiet, so she manages to keep it down to only a few whimpers, keeping down her stifled sobs. "That's a good girl," he says sweetly. He affectionately kisses her neck, caressing her thigh a little higher. "Now I know this will hurt a little but I need you to be very quiet," he says, rubbing his fingers on the outside of her p***y.
He slides two fingers inside of her. She gasps, gripping her fingers into the wall behind her. She clamps her mouth shut. If she is quiet maybe he would leave her alone afterwards.
He smiles into her hair, breathing slowly into her ear.
"Hmm..."
"Well, my sweet, seems you're almost ready for me." She winces as he looks at her and kisses her cheek. He slowly starts sliding his fingers in and out of her, going faster with each thrust inwards. She starts gasping, trying her hardest not to cry out and scream. He gives her a snide look as she tries to keep from falling to the floor. "Now I think we are ready," he says as he thrusts himself inside her.
She shuts her eyes. Trying to stop herself from crying out. But as he thrusts himself into her, over and over again, she can't help but cry out.
"I told you to shut up B***h!" he yells at her. "You don't want your mom to know what a s**t you are, do you?"
Tears slide down her cheeks. Stains her face. She doesn't sob, or shake, or whimper. Her tears are silent. She looks down at her feet and shakes her head slowly. Sadly.
"That's a good girl," he tells her as he finishes, leaving her on the floor, naked. Her hazel green eyes carry only sorrow, her brown hair covering her face. If only I could find a way to get away, she thinks to herself, as he kisses her forehead. If only Mom would believe me...
She sighs when he left the room, looking almost as if nothing had happened. She closes her eyes. If only somebody cared...
"Next time, I will do nothing he says" she thinks to herself, hatred in her motives. Then she thinks of what he will do....
She shakes her head. It is hopeless. If she refuses, he only makes it worse. When she runs, he catches up to her, and then he hits her. When she fights back, he only makes it more painful for her. There is nothing. Nothing she could do.
"Ugh" she is so sick of him. I need a master plan, she thinks. I need to stop hiding my life from my friends, I need to exploit him, but how? she wonders to herself. She can't tell mom, "she already thinks I'm a s**t, that alcoholic drug addict." What can I do, what can I do she mumbles, as she slips her clothes back on.
"What to do" She thought. ... She can always run away from home. Escape to some friends home. Tell them what had happened. She shudders "But he will follow me... and get to them" So that option is out.
"Maybe if I 'accidentally' show some of the bruises at school" she thinks. "But what if he's spying on me... and I come home... what will happen then?" She trembles at the thought. "If I can't think of anything else by monday I will choose that."
"If. Please be another alternative," she pleads to no one in particular. "Please..."
Just then she hears a scream. She runs into the kitchen, where she sees her mom, drugged out as usual, with a broken wine bottle in her hand. He had a gun pointed towards her mom. "You f*****g jackass! Why the f**k did you do that!!!" He sees her out of the corner of his eye. "Come here sweetie," he says to her, still pointing the gun at her mom. "Come here unless you want your mother to get really hurt."
She stares at her mom's form on the ground. Sure she hates her... but she doesn't want her dead. She looks up at him sadly, and walks towards him. She stands at his side. Crying silently.
"Now sweetie, be a good little girl and go to your room," he tells her, giving her a kiss. If you do, I will give you something special tonight."
"Please... Don't hurt her." She pleads with him. "I'll do whatever, just don't hurt her..." Part of her mind is screaming at herself. What is she doing? She hates her mom, why is she trying to save her? Why doesn't she just run? She shivers involuntarily. Because she wasn't going to kill somebody. Not even her mom.
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