I didn’t even sleep that night, as I curled up in my bed, faking a baby snore.
And, like every night my mother was away, when the clock hit midnight, the door to my room creaked open. A frigid hand ticked my back, slowly pulling away my blanket.
I can already feel the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes, my body paralyzed by the feel of his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin at the dip of my lower back.
His fingers then slipped between the cotton between my underwear and my skin, gently at first, before ripping the clothing from my bottom half. He pushed me to my stomach, his massive hands gagged me as he forced himself inside, stretching me to accommodate a girth my pre-adolescent body shouldn’t already recognize.
And as he heaved and moaned, his hot breath collected on my cheek, and my body went numb. My hands gripped onto my bed sheets so tightly, my knuckles were visibly white in my dark room. I couldn’t differentiate the tears on my face from the saliva dripping off the tongue violating my inner ear.
The middle between my legs screeched in pain as his giant head collided over and over again with what could only be described as the final wall of my tunnel. He continued to hit and to hit it, as if he wanted desperately to break it down and continue deeper inside of me. As I was now, he could never totally fit.
And I was afraid of the day that he would eventually break that wall. Because I knew he would continue his barrage. Even if he was tired, even if I had enough, and was broken, and bleeding. He wouldn’t stop thrusting until he felt like he was almost finished.
And with a heavier thrust, his body would clench, grasping me tighter to him, and I could feel him pulsing inside my tight walls.
“I’m ready, turn around!” he would moan, pulling out of my tiny frame.
I finally took a deep breath, tears rushing down my damp face. “No,” I begged, shaking my head. “I don’t want to..!”
He forced me to my back anyway, straddling my tiny chest, his knees pinning down my flailing arms. His smile grew like poison ivy on his cheeks, wicked and delighted in my struggle as he stroked himself hastily. “That’s cute..! Like you could fight. NOW LOOK AT ME.” His voice was stern as he grasped my cheeks with his free hand, forcing me to face him.
It shot over me the second I did, burning my expectant irises, knowing this was how he enjoyed finishing his tirade, the barrel of the gun pointed right at my inner eye.
And then he finished in the other eye, bathing it in the same poison. He whispered to me in exhausted breath, “It deserves the same treatment as the first,” as he continued to gently thrust his hot meat against my face, his whole body trembling over me.
After a few more thrusts and huffed seconds to catch his breath, he slipped off from me.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPVekJokIb
I curled into my bed, my hands protectively cupping my burning eyes, which was only outmatched by the burning sensation inside of me.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpAbUDTrWy4
My bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room empty of whatever soul was within it before I had met him.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEnRRMf8GA
And as the pain surrounded my whole being, pulsing through every cell in my body, one single thought grew like wicked ivy in my mind.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXom5aeMMcm
“I have to ask Mother for new gloves.”
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