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“Run away?” He looked shocked at the thought, as though it hadn’t occurred to him I would rather risk homelessness than rape and murder. “My daughter, a beggar, or worse, a prostitute,” he growled, prowling toward me, and I stepped backward, hitting into the wall.
“I’d sooner see you dead.” He took my arm and pulled sharply.
I gasped and screamed as a lightning bolt of pain ran through my arm and my shoulder pulled out of its socket. He pulled me up the stairs and threw me into my room. I fell onto the wooden floor, clutching my arm and whimpering.
My lip split when he slapped me. He kicked me, and my rib cracked. He punched me, and my world went dark.
I came to moments later, and pain echoed through my whole throbbing body. Each tiny movement, a blink or a breath, caused a tsunami of fire to sweep over me.
“Stupid girl. Look what you made me do! Now we’ll not get the money until you’ve healed!” my father roared with anger and kicked at the furniture. My mirror fell from the dresser and smashed.
With tears running down my face and clouding my eyes, my father was blurry as he spoke the last words I would ever hear from him. “You’ll stay in this room until your wedding. You won’t eat or drink or relieve yourself with dignity. Maybe you’ll be more agreeable after you’ve experienced the humiliation of defecating in a drawer.”
I cried out as he slammed the door and bolted the lock.
I dragged my sore body to rest against the door. And when I heard my mother’s soft footsteps, I called out, “Mother. Let me out. Please.”
“No, Claudia. You must marry Mr. Jenkins. We need the money.”
I collapsed against the door, crying and taking shuddering breaths. “Mother. Mother, no. Mother, please. I can’t. He’s evil. He’ll kill me.”
“Don’t be silly. Now, I need to go to the courthouse and book the service. I’ll be back.”
“Momma, I promise not to run away. Please let me out. Please.” But she was already walking away, her shoes tapping against the wooden stairs. I banged my hand against the door. Sobbing, I shouted, “Please!”
My heart broke at the sound of the front door closing, and then I was alone. Very alone. Feelings I had been controlling, hiding, came bursting through the barriers I had thrown against them over the years. Despair, betrayal, fear, longing, and jealousy flooded my mind and weighed heavily on my body.
I crawled to my bed.
The pain in my arm and shoulder pulsed a dull ache, and I tried not to disturb its position as I got into bed and fell asleep. It stopped me from thinking and feeling. It gave me peace.
As I drifted into nothing, I wondered whether death was this peaceful.
CHAPTER17
ZAIDE
She positioned her pussy so his cock slid inside her slick, hot depths, and he forgot everything, even his own name. His hands caressed the velvety skin of her ass and shoved her down upon his hardness.
“Oh, God!” Her hair flung wildly, whipping the silken strands across his face. Her channel gripped his cock, squeezing it so powerfully that it felt like a hand milked him.
Grabbing her head, he pulled her back to his lips, drawing upon the nectar of her mouth. She ground down upon him, whimpering, shaking with need. His blood boiled, and his engorged flesh screamed for release. Her tongue darted swiftly between their joined lips, and then she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. It was too much. Her fervent kiss threw him over the edge. His cock swelled more. With a loud groan, he stiffened as his sperm gushed into her.
I slammed the book shut as I panted, my body aching almost as much as the character in the story.
How is this supposed to help?I cursed Charlie in my head and raced to the bathroom, which was thankfully empty.
I turned the shower on, hurriedly tore my clothes off, and dived into the rainfall. Taking deep breaths, I calmed my racing heart, and my body relaxed in the spray. Everything except my cock.
I gripped my shaft and groaned at the pleasure. I imagined I wasn’t alone in the shower. That my hand was smaller, more delicate, and didn’t fully reach around the circumference of my member. I moaned, my eyes closed, as I moved my hand up and down, finding a rhythm which kept me on edge as my mind continued to fantasize.
Another small and delicate hand caressed my chest and followed my scars to my arms, my hands. She placed them on a perfect body—small, pert breasts, a narrow waist, curved hips, and finally to a warm, wet haven between her thighs. As my finger dipped into her center, I imagined her breathy moan, and my whole body shuddered as pleasure wracked me. I opened my eyes as my hand tightened on my shaft and my release shot from me in long, thick ropes.
I sighed, feeling completely drained as I leaned against the shower wall and relived the moment in my mind.
That is what I have been missing. It is a pleasure unlike anything.
I looked down at my flaccid member, glad I now knew how to defeat the monster.
