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I am his little girl, his princess.
The video has played over and over inside my head.
But they have to be lies, all fucking lies, right?
I close my eyes for a moment as I suck in a shaky breath. I open my eyes and look down; the man is already taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down with his boxers. I see something shiny in his hands; the last guy that had something in his hands drugged me, and fucked my ass, then Sebastian enjoyed letting me know and showing me that it was, in fact fucking recorded.
Sebastian not only showed me the recording of what that man did to me. Since the man gave me the pills, Sebastian has been showing me my father on the damn fucking tablet. He has become very fond of showing me videos of the outside world on that stupid fucking thing. Some days I wish I could get my hands on that fucking thing. I would smash it against Sebastian’s fucking head. He has been updating me on my father, a big-time defense attorney in New York. Apparently, he lost a big case, and the aftermath of that would have put him in jail, but rather than being a decent fucking human being, he traded me to save his own ass. Sebastian has been showing me the non-stop footage. It must be an important case if it’s all over the news. Too bad it’s not as important as me.
My father fucking gave me to Sebastian because he didn’t want to lose everything. It was on the news. The case my father lost was and is a big fucking deal that made a lot of important fucking people very fucking angry. The case, from what Sebastian has shown me on the tablet, has brought to light questions from the FEDS about my father’s practice. From the interviews and other evidence of videos that Sebastian has on the tablet, my father didn’t want to lose his practice and everything he had gained, so he fucking gave me away like a piece of trash.
At first, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe it, so Sebastian showed me a video of my father. He didn’t know that Sebastian was recording him. My father told Sebastian I was nothing, but that can’t be true, right? He was lying. He had no choice but to say those things. But Sebastian took out his trusty tablet and showed me my father on the community news, talking about him and putting his practice in the spotlight. In all of my father’s interviews, not once did he fucking mention me. His little girl, the girl he said he loved and would protect.
I don’t know what to believe anymore, but my father has always been there for me. He has always been there. Sebastian is wrong. He has to be fucking wrong. Right? My thoughts continue to race and be fucking confusing, going back and forth, back and fucking forth. My thoughts can’t even be trusted anymore. Fuck me.
The man makes his way onto the bed, crawling between my legs. He lifts his hand, and I see the knife. Tears are already building in my eyes as he grabs his dick and puts the tip at my entrance. He pushes roughly inside me, scratching my already sore pussy. The screams leave my lips as he releases his dick, grabs onto my hair, and puts the knife against my throat as he begins to push in and out of me.
He leans in, his lips almost touching mine. “I can smell the fear radiating off of you, little slut. The fear makes me so fucking hard and want you more; give me your fear. I want fucking all of it,” he whispers in a disgusting, desired voice. He smashes his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
He tightens his grip on my hair, and then he pulls it so fucking hard the pain courses through my body, making my heart race. He yanks on it again, making me scream into his mouth. The pain from his pulling my hair tells me he is ripping out strands of hair from my head with each yank. He quickly pulls back, keeping the knife against my throat as he picks up his pace, claiming my pussy, making it stretch and sting with how big he is.
The man smiles at me, his eyes deadlocked onto me as he smells the hair he just pulled out of my head, making my heart stop. He then licks across the hair, making me gag.
“I want you inside me forever, my little slut,” he whispers before he opens his mouth and puts my hair into his mouth.
He fucking swallows my hair. The smile on his face makes chills go down my spine as he leans back down and smashes his lips to mine as the bed continues to hit the wall. My mouth opens as a scream leaves me, and the knife begins to dig into my skin. My mind is screaming at me, telling me that I am giving him exactly what he wanted, my fear, but I have no other choice. This man is fucking crazy and sick.
He continues to push in and out of me, his tongue completely taking over my mouth. I can taste my hair in his mouth, the loose hair tangling around my tongue, making my stomach tighten while his words echo inside my head. He pushes completely inside me, his cum filling up my pussy; another piece of myself has been taken away, and I barely have anything fucking left.
He sits up and keeps his dick inside me as he lowers the knife and turns, grabbing onto my thigh. I slam my eyes shut as the hair man starts to cut into my skin, and I try to keep my mouth closed to keep the scream inside me, but I can’t. My body, the pain, tells me he is cutting so fucking deep.
“Please stop!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
“Thank you, my little slut. Thank you for giving me your fear. I will cherish it for the rest of my life,” the man says calmly as he continues to carve the disgusting letters into my skin.
Dirty little Bitch.
My good little Whore.
My little Slut.
My Puppet.
All these names define who I am now, filled with man dicks, and carved with the letters on my skin. No one will ever want me now, and I can’t blame them. I am used goods, good for only fucking, good for only being used and abused. My father will never want me back now. He gave me away, and maybe he saw it before I did. Maybe he knew this was who I was always meant to be.
The man pulls out of me and gets off of the bed. He pulls up his pants and boxers, grabs his shirt, and reaches the door. He wastes no time opening it and stepping out. Sebastian enters the room, shutting the door behind him, and I watch him make his way across the room. It must be that time of night again. It is time for him to remind me how much of a puppet I am.
8
Christian
Idrive through the open gates. My Padre loves to have nice things, and he likes to remind everyone of who he is like they could fucking forget. He wants to remind everyone of who our family is and what we have done to get what we have today. When you grow up in a family like mine, you learn quickly that our family has no fucking limits to what we will do to have power and control.
I have opened up casinos to use as our front, and they have been doing well. People give us their money on the first floor, and others give us their money on the second floor when they buy weapons and drugs. I have 15 casinos so far, all of them in New York. My father rules from his fucking mansion as I do all the hard work, the bloody work. He calls me his enforcer, which I am okay with, but very soon, I will be the fucking Re.
For the last two years, my men and I have been searching for my Madre in every sex ring we find around New York, but we still haven’t found her. Padre said she was taken because of who we are, but I don’t fucking believe him; I never fucking believe him. I put the car in park and grab my gun and jar.
I take a deep breath as I grab the handle and open the door. I slide out, slam the door shut behind me, and make my way to the now-open big wooden doors. We have lived in the same fucking mansion since I was a kid. My Padre says it will be mine one day, but he doesn’t realize it will be mine today.
