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I don’t talk during the drive.
I don’t fight.
And I don’t take my eyes away from the man in front of me, my father.
He is uncomfortable, trying to look anywhere else but me and I smile.
Finally, he sighs in defeat and meets my eyes.
“This will be the first and last time I’ll see you. I’ll put you in my legacy and you’ll take what you have rights to, but only after when I died. Till then, you’ll stay under the radar and once you get out of this madhouse you’ll change your name. No one will know your relation to me but the lawyer. Got it?”
I smirk. “Are these terms written anywhere?”
He looks at me like all he wants to do is kill me and gives a nod to the man who is sitting with us in a stoic expression. He pulls out a file and hands it to me.
Everything is written.
“Who is William Harrison?” I ask when I notice whatever Henry has been divided between this William dude and I.
“My son,” Henry answers.
“And I have half of everything he has?”
“Yes. You see, I’m being very generous to you and all I want in return is to keep my name clean,” he glares at me and he looks definitely relieved when the car comes to a stop in front of the Forensic Psychiatric Hospital, madhouse in a nutshell.
When the doors open I turn to the man I will never see again before going out of the car.
“I agree to all the terms, father… and I hope you die soon to rot in hell with others.”
March 19, 2014–New Life: Day 17
I woke up with fondling on my ass. His grip was tight on my bottom I couldn’t help moaning. I wriggled toward his crotch wantonly. My reaction wasn’t even shocking anymore. I wanted him, I wanted him to take me, make me his, pull me into his darkness deeper and deeper till there was no light, no hope. Because the light was confusing me, giving me hope that I might get back to my life, and it only pained me more. So instead I wanted to wrap myself with his darkness, wanted to stop the small whispers that were telling me to fight. I wanted him to suck my soul so I wouldn’t feel any more pain. Acceptance was easier. Acceptance was my key to survive. Acceptance was the savior of what left from my mind, from myself.
So instead of fighting I giggled when he pushed me down and slapped my ass. “This ass…” He bit my ass cheek before straddling me. “Close your legs, make that pussy tighter like no one else before me was there,” he hissed like he was angry I wasn’t a virgin. He pressed his fingers between my legs, my close thighs intensified the pressure of his hand and I wriggled under him. His fingers knew how to touch me, my body was already shaking with need by a few flicks of his fingers.
“Mike, please,” I moaned and he rewarded me with pushing his finger inside me.
He leaned toward me. I felt his lips on my shoulder and on my neck until his mouth touched my earlobe. “You want my dick in you?” he whispered. His cock was hard as a rock on my leg. “Yes,” I breathed out.
“Tell me whose pussy this is?” He added another finger inside me.
“Yours,” I breathed out.
“Tell me whose body this is?” His fingers were driving me crazy.
“Mike-” I panted.
“Tell me!” He withdrew his fingers out of me even though I was so close to come.
“Yours.”
“Tell me who you belong to?” He slowly pushed his cock between my legs. I wriggled under him to get him deeper, but he only kept his head inside me.
“Mike, please. I need more.” I tried to lift my ass a little so I could pull him deeper, but he pushed me down to his grey mattress. “Answer me! Who you belong to?”
“You, Mike. You… I’m yours.”
“Right. You’re mine. My toy, my slut, my woman, my property. You’re all mine,” he growled to my ear, fisting my hair to pull my head back. “Repeat it.”
