roadkill

dad who's decided they need to see you scared, they just can't pretend anymore. so next time their cock is down your throat they ignore your tapping to be released. one hand firmly planted on the back of your head, and the other pinching your nose shut. you've tapped hard enough, repeatedly enough, there's no way they missed it. the promise dad made when they taught you to do this, "if anything ever hurts, or feels like too much you just give me a little tap and I'll stop," which they did, every time, is ringing around in your head. every time until now. and your poor abuse addled little head starts wondering what you did wrong. it has to be your fault, right? daddy wouldn't just want to hurt you.

you've been trapped, nose to their tummy, involuntarily gagging around them for what feels like forever when you start to register they're saying something to you. through your haze you hear bits of what they're saying,"stupid fucking kid.... doesn't know it shouldn't want to be raped.... little bitch... tell me to stop-" and with that they yank you back by the hair off their cock.

you're gasping hard and spluttering, both from the assault on your throat but also from crying. tears and drool are forming a little puddle by your knees on the floor in front of you. you know they were saying mean stuff even if you didn't really understand it. you could hear it in their voice. it felt like a knife to the gut. your dad kneels down and lifts your messy face up so you can meet their eyes.