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Out of fear of him hurting Lainey again, I don’t give him any back talk this time. I just keep quiet and nod my head.
“Since you think that this one is so special, I’m going to show you that she’s just like the rest of them. Just a tight pussy for pleasure. Nothing else,” my father says, as he opens the door to Lainey’s cage. The chains rattle against the metal poles, making me fear even more what’s to come. The moment we step inside, there’ll be no telling what my father will do.
He caught me slipping Lainey extra food at breakfast this morning and he’s been raging ever since. He’s punched me in the ribs a few times for it already, so I’m sure we’re here for him to teach me another lesson. The power behind his punches immediately left bruises on my pale skin, so whatever he’s planning to do in here will be a nightmare. My body constantly looks like a canvas of blue and purple because of his anger, and I don’t want him to do the same to Lainey.
“Don’t touch her,” I snap at him, puffing out my chest. He may scare me, but I’ll do anything to protect Lainey. My fists clench tightly, causing my nails to dig into my skin.
His laugh comes out dark and cynical. “Oh, son. You’re only making this worse for her by showing that she means something to you.”
He’s fucking right. I’m an idiot. I should’ve pretended she meant nothing, then it wouldn’t give him any satisfaction. He’s punishing her to get to me.
“Now I’m going to show you that this one is the same as the rest.” He grabs Lainey by the arm and spins her around, so her back is pressed against his stomach. She squirms, trying to get out of his hold, but he’s too strong. There’s fear deep in her eyes, but that’s the only hint that she’s scared. She remains strong, even in the presence of pure evil.
I hate when he touches her. It makes me sick. If I was big enough and strong enough to take him out, then I would. He doesn’t get to touch her!
My shoulders heave up and down in anger, but I don’t say a word. The more I talk, the worse he makes it for Lainey. His free hand moves down her body, over her breasts, and down to her pussy.
I can’t stay quiet anymore. “Stop it! Just stop! I get it, Dad. I get it.”
“Oh yeah? Then prove it, Greyson. Get over here and touch her. Fuck her if you want. Show me that she’s nothing more than a warm hole to stick your little dick into,” my father says so casually, like it’s normal for a father to tell his thirteen-year-old son to screw some twelve-year-old girl he stole off the street.
“No.”
“No? Well then, I’ll have to do it,” he taunts, as he slides his hand under the ratty shirt Lainey is wearing. Her entire body goes rigid as his hand moves further up. It looks like she’s shaking now. Her mental shield briefly cracks, showing the terror simmering inside her.
She’s going to hate me for this, but I have to do it. I have to keep him from touching her like that. I’ve watched him put his greedy hands on her for the past couple months and said nothing, but I can’t let him do this. This is going too far.
“I’ll do it!” It has to be me.
Lainey’s eyebrows furrow, and her eyes fill with agony at my words, like that was the biggest betrayal of her life. I know that I’m hurting her and that tears me up inside, but I have to do this to save her from him. He’ll destroy her if he touches her like that.
“Good. Now get over here, son.” Of course he’s calling me that instead of a little bastard, since I’m doing what he wants. The manipulation and mind games my father plays are brutal. He’ll do anything to get someone to break.
I slowly walk toward her. Like the strong girl she is, her gaze doesn’t waver from mine. I’m desperately trying to send her a message with my eyes that I don’t want to do this, that I don’t have any other choice, but I’m not sure she’s getting it.
Please understand why I have to do this, Lainey.
I mouth “I’m sorry” to her, before I reach under her shirt and grab her breast in my hand.
“No.” Her pleading whisper tears me apart. I want to stop, I don’t want to do it, but if I don’t, then he will. I hope she can forgive me for what I’m about to do.
I jolt awake in a hot sweat; the white shirt I’ve been wearing for three days straight sticking to my skin. Trying to catch my breath, I lean my head back against the recliner that I fell asleep in.
Fuck.
A growl builds deep in my stomach, as the rage about my too real dream courses through my veins. I relive that damn day every time I close my eyes.
My fists clench so hard that a shatter sounds from the crystal tumbler I’d managed to keep resting in my hand while I dozed. Pain erupts through my palm as glass slices through my skin, and blood starts to pour out. The thing is, the stinging sensation doesn’t bother me. I was trained to take the pain and own it. The discomfort of the cuts on my palm is easier to deal with than the agony of not having Lainey.
I pick the glass out of my hand and throw it down on the floor, before heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet. Blood smears down the side of the glass bottle as I take a couple swigs out of it.Fuck. That burns, but it’s not enough. I need more, to feel more.
I need Lainey.
Sitting back down in my chair, I pull my shirt off and study all the little scars my dad put on my body since I was twelve. My chest and stomach are covered with these reminders of him. That was all I knew growing up—pain at the hands of my father. Unfortunately, I still need that same pain now. What once brought me misery is the only thing keeping me alive.
I pick up a large shard of glass and hold it to my chest. Closing my eyes, I press the sharp edge to my skin, slicing it about an inch. Over the years, I’ve learned how to cut just the right amount without needing stitches. A copper scent fills my nose, and warmth runs down my torso. My head falls back as I let the feeling of euphoria consume me.
It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would take me out to the woods, chain me to a tree and slice me open over and over again so that I’d become resistant to it.To take the pain was to be a man.He would always remind me that it was the only way to become strong and unstoppable.
