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Prologue
Olivia
Two Years Ago . . .
The slight creaking of my door causes me to stir in the middle of the night, and I open my eyes to see a shadow standing in the doorway. It’s obviously a woman. “Sabine?” I call out, thinking it’s my sister.
“No, shhh child, go back to sleep,” my stepmother’s voice fills my ears, and I don’t think twice about it. I’m so tired, so exhausted from everything going on. Fluttering my eyes closed, I welcome the darkness.
I breathe in and out slowly, calming my body back down after getting startled, and soon I’m almost welcoming sleep.
“You’re going to get what you deserve, you spoiled brat.” I feel like her words are only a figment of my imagination, but they can’t be right. There’s a slight pinch to my neck and uneasiness spreads across my body. I hope it’s going to stop, but it doesn’t. The heat spreads across my body, this can’t be a dream. Every sense in my body is heightened, a thousand times worse than what it should feel like. Still, I try to sleep, and for a time, I think I am sleeping.
Voices echo and hands rake over my body. They’re like sandpaper against my skin, and it’s like I can’t stay in one spot. I constantly feel the need to thrash and move, but the moment I do, my body is forced down and I can’t move. Finally, I manage to gain the courage to open my eyes.
Crown molding. I narrow my eyes on it and know I’m not where I should be. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling isn’t mine. Where am I? Just as the thought runs across my mind, a pressure plummets between my legs, and I scream in agony. The pressure is all around me, and the next thing I know, something is being forced into my mouth. It’s plastic, or at least I think it is. I try my best to clamp my teeth around whatever this is and I can’t. I try and fail miserably, over and over again, until I see a man unbuttoning his trousers in front of me.
He pulls his cock out, and the reality of what’s happening hits me. I don’t know this man, and I turn my head to look in front of me, realizing the pressure is a man on top of me. He’s rocking his member in and out of me, and pain surges between my thighs.
I want this to be a dream. I need for it to be a dream so badly. In fact, I pray this is a dream, but as laughter fills the room, my blood runs cold. This isn’t just anyone’s laughter. No, I know it all too well. This cackle belongs to none other than my stepmother, Deanna.
She’s exactly what the movies little girls watch as children depict, where their father marries in the hopes of finding a good mother for his children, but the woman is as vile as they come. “I wonder how you’ll feel when you can’t say no. I mean, you can, but it won’t matter. They won’t stop until I tell them to.” Deanna’s voice rings out around me, and I thrash my head, but the man beside the bed grabs me by the back of the hair and forces himself in my mouth.
“N-no!” My cries are muffled by his disgusting cock in my mouth, and the man between my legs cackles.
“Deanna wasn’t kidding. This shit really works. Fuck, her pussy is soaked even with the circumstances.” He grunts out his words as he defiles me, and tears slowly cascade down the sides of my face.
“Ha! She’s crying. What a little bitch. I’m glad Deanna has us puttin’ her in her place. Spoiled fuckin’ brat,” another man says. Even though it’s dark, I can visibly see shadows surrounding me. There has to be eight or nine people in this room besides me.
“Heavenly Rose needs to be on all the streets. Look at what it’s doing to her. Fuck, we could be slipping it in girls’ drinks at the bars and it wouldn’t even matter. They’d be itching for a good fuck and we could deliver,” someone else in the room says. I shut my eyes, horrified at what’s happening.
This isn’t a dream, and sadly enough, this isn’t a nightmare.
I prayed it would’ve been, but I’m lucid enough to know I’m alive, and I’ve heard the words ‘Heavenly Rose’ before. This tells me two things . . . my stepmother is up to no good, and she put me in this situation willingly. Fuck, she’s probably using me as her guinea pig.
