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hi!!! i'm glad that ur still interested. as a token of my appreciation i shall give you all a snippet to tide you over whilst i try and motivate myself to finish this chapter š
You could feel your heart pounding violently in your broken chest, ribs no longer securing the delicate organ as it was laid bare in front of him. Your stomach was rolling with sickness and your head was blank. Simply, you let it happen just like you had let everything else happen.Ā
Disgust had given way to the immense pleasure of having somebody want you. Who talked about you like you were worth anything at all. As he touched you, it felt like a pit of snakes, your naked body curled at the bottom whilst cool skin slid over every inch of your vulnerability. You were too stunned by shock to speak, too desperate to prove that you were brave to scream, so you let them crawl, let them hiss at you as his hand slipped under your panties, and pressed against you.Ā
A whimper fell from your lips, a gentle thing that made him smile with contentment.Ā
At the sight of his teeth, the light in his eyes against the darkness of the room, you felt your mind go blank. The wool was pulled over your eyes by the gentle hand of God, a simple blessing amongst your world as an apostate. Forgiveness. An apology that you had to endure something he would not stop. Because you deserved this, didnāt you? You deserved to feel nothing and everything as he bit down on your neckāas he continued to take.
Your stomach rolled, nausea clawing its way up your throat as he began to draw deliberate circles against your cunt, a pressure practiced and performedāintended to make you keen as you drew in a breath.Ā
āPretty,ā he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to your lips. āThatās it, Bambi, let yourself feel itā¦God, youāre soaked.āĀ
His voice housed a humiliating amusement that didnāt burn when you heard it, that didnāt sting or sear like his usual patronising jeers because you felt nothing except his handāexcept what God allowed you to feel.Ā
As if God was even listening. As if God gave a fuck.Ā
āDaddyā¦ā You felt tears, hot against your face as you grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers harderādigging into you. āHurt me.ā A whisper, a demandā¦mania as he paused and you whined for more. āHurt me, please.āĀ
āYou want me to hurt you?ā Daddy paused, pulling away. Through your blurry stare, you saw his confusion, his wonderment as his touch left your skin. As you sobbed for more.Ā
āI deserve it,ā you said, never letting go of his wrist. In your madness, you brought his hand to your face, placed his palm against your cheek and begged. āHit me.ā
