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“Can’t see well like this.” He jerks on my arms until I’m lying sideways. Mom can see me, but I don’t look at her. I can’t.

He moves to my left side, leaving her on my right. I close my eyes, praying whatever he’s going to do, he’ll do it fast and then leave.

A zipper sounds.

Material shifts.

“Open up, girlie.” He pats my cheek.

When I open my eyes, his hard dick hovers over my mouth.

I shake my head, but he slaps me harder. And when I still don’t comply, he pulls out a knife.

“I can just cut off your fucking lips if you’d prefer.” He presses the blade to my mouth.

I shake my head.

Fine.

I’ll get through it. I’ve gotten through so much already.

As soon as I part my lips, he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag, choke, but he doesn’t care.

He thrusts and thrusts. I try to turn away, but there’s nowhere to go. He’s over me, fucking my mouth as though it’s just another hole.

I think to bite, but I know what will happen then. And he might do it to me.

“Fuck.” He grunts as his thrusts get deeper. He angles his hips. I gag again. This monster won’t care if I choke to death on my own vomit while he rapes my throat.

“Fuck yes.” He pulls out just as he comes, and he jerks his cock, spilling his mess all over my face and neck. I gag, turning away as I throw up.

He laughs.

“See? Better than oatmeal, huh?” He pats my cheek, then drags my gag back up between my lips. It’s soaked with his grossness.

Grabbing my shirt, he yanks me back up to seated. The salty taste of him sits on my tongue.

“Don’t worry, Mom. Maybe next time,” he says as he pulls the zipper back up on his pants.

I bring my tear-filled gaze up to my mom.

She’s looking away.

The tears fall, mingling with the mess he made on me. The lights go out again. Now that we’re bound, they don’t need to watch us.

The door opens and shuts.

The silence deafens me.

Harley sleeps in her bed, with the bedsheets tangled around her thighs. She’s animated in her sleep, tossing and turning most of the night. In all her moving around, she’s repositioned herself diagonally across the bed.

If I were in it with her, I’d have her legs wrapped around me.

Not a bad way to sleep.

I kick my legs out from the chair I’m sitting in. I brought it from the kitchen so I could watch her sleep while I wait.

The red numbers on her alarm clock tell me it’s two in the morning.

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