Page 2 of The Queen of Ash and Magic

“Make a plate and go to your room,” Mom says.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” I say before putting away my supplies. Before I can get away, Aldric stops me. He grabs my waist and pulls me in front of him before forcing me to look up at him.

“Eat extra. You need the energy,” he remarks with a smirk. I know that look. That look means that he is going to torture me later.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I leave the kitchen and quickly grab a plate of food before scurrying off to the other side of the castle. I kept it simple and just got meat and vegetables. I never know when I will get to eat again or what I will be served so I try to stick to things that will keep me full for longer. I do wish that I got to eat more, but I don’t want to have to do the things that would be required in order to eat the same serving as everyone else. Sometimes I feel like I’m only around to be their little tortured sex slave. Shouldn’t Mom be that for Dad? Aldric could always take a wife.

After I finish eating, I sit by the window and look out into the darkness. I wish I could get lost in it and never find my way back. I sometimes hope that I will go mad and be unaware of where or who I am. Maybe one day I can learn how to fly and leap out of this window. Hell, maybe that’s how I learn I can’t fly. Gravity is a hell of a wake-up call, I suppose.

Slurred mumbles and shuffling catch my attention. When I stand, my door comes open and I drop my head. Dad and Aldric are here, which only means one thing. An awful thing. I hate it when theyshow up at the same time. I knew they would come, but I guess I was hoping they would show up separately.

“Lysa,” Dad slurs with a sickening smile.

“Aww. She looks scared tonight,” Aldric chuckles as he stalks closer. “Don’t you want to have some quality family time, Lysa?”

“I hate you,” I say tearfully. “I hate both of you.”

When he grabs my dress, I make a mistake. A stupid mistake. I know better than to fight them. I know what happens when I don’t serve them the way they want. They came in here for obedience. When they are drunk, they make me lead. If I fight, they brutalize me. When I smack my older brother’s hand away, he promptly grabs me by the hair and throws me down to the ground. “Stop!” I scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Stupid fucking useless whore,” Aldric growls as he and Dad rip my dress off. When Aldric drops his pants, I make another stupid mistake and try to get away from him. I kick and scream as I try to get out of his grip when he grabs my ankle, but he easily drags me closer and pins my arms.

“Ow!” I yelp when he slaps me across the face. “Aldric, please. Please stop. You’re going to hurt me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls. I scream out when he rams himself deep inside of me. It feels like fire ripping through my belly as hedrives deeper and harder. “You want to hit me again, bitch? Huh? If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was beg.”

“Stop,” I sob weakly. I am trying my best to not move, but the pain is intense. He hooks one arm behind my knee to push deeper, and I let out a shrill scream. My pain pleases him and he quickens his pace.

“Take my come, you filthy whore,” Aldric groans. “Let’s fill you up for Daddy. Hmm?”

“P-Please,” I stammer. “It h-hurts.”

“Fuuuuck. Yes… Oh, my gods, this tight fucking pussy… Fight me,” he moans as he grabs a tight hold of my throat. I can’t breathe suddenly, and I panic. I start pounding on his chest and clawing at his hands as he goes harder and harder. It’s like he’s trying to invade my body completely. Aldric moans are obnoxiously loud as he pumps his hips in shallow thrusts as he comes.

I expect at least a moment of reprieve, but my dad immediately straddles my face and rams his dick down my throat. Aldric holds my arms down so I can’t fight him as he violently fucks my face. Dad has his hands on the floor and his knees on either side of my face. This allows him to force himself all the way down my throat. I am praying to myself that this is how he gets himself off. When he attacks me any other way, his sickly-sweet ways hurt worse than when he is violently taking my throat. I would rather get beatenby Mom than hear him say the things he does while he makes my body betray me.

I stop fighting and accept what he is doing, hoping he will just finish. They take notice of my compliance and Dad gets off me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s going to do it. I know she is in here now, which means she is going to beat the shit out of me when they leave. She hates it when he is anything but violent. If I fight him, though, he will just spend hours forcing me to have back-to-back orgasms until I eventually pass out. He only does this when he’s drunk, and I hate it.

I am sobbing when he settles between my legs and lowers himself on top of me. He reeks of stale beer and his hot breath on my face makes me want to vomit. “Please, Daddy. Please don’t,” I say through broken cries.

“Oh, but Daddy loves this sweet little cunt,” he croons. He groans as he slowly pushes himself inside of me. “Oh… fuck. So tight. So fucking good for being so fucking useless.”

“Please stop, Daddy. I don’t want this,” I cry as he finds a pace that reaches deep. The friction from when Aldric took me is long gone and his come set things up so that Dad can torture me. He gets off on humiliating me and this is the only way they can. No matter how many times this happens, I feel so ashamed for it. When I have explored my body on my own, the feeling of an orgasm isn’t this icky. I know it should feel good, but not when it’s them. Not when they steal it from me.

Dad rests on his elbows beside my body as he starts to fuck me harder. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying to keep it at bay. If I can just hold it off for a little while, he will come and get off me. “You’re going to come for Daddy,” he grunts. He looks mad as he pulls back and brings my legs up to his shoulders. Before I can try and fight, it’s my mom who comes over and pulls my arms up to pin them above my head.

Mom is on her hands and knees and keeps a tight hold on my wrists as she lowers herself down to her elbows with her ass up in the air. “Fuck, you’re just so tempting,” Aldric grunts as he pulls the back of her dress up. I yell out when Dad abruptly starts to slam into me over and over again. He pushes as deep as he can and moves his hips fast. Mom cries out with a moan when Aldric starts to match his speed.

“Fuck, Unika. Come for Daddy,” Dad groans.

I hate all of them. I hate myself. I hate this stupid fucking castle and this stupid fucking family. I’ve been witness to their gross incest bullshit, but this is too much. I just want out of this place. I don’t care if I have to drown myself in the ocean or jump out of that damn window. I want out of here. Twenty-three years of cruelty and this is my limit. Calling me by my dead sister’s name is my limit.

Unika was my literal savior. She kept me alive as a baby when my mom and dad realized I didn’t have powers. They did a spell to see if I did. She kept me fed and protected me from a lot of abuse.I witnessed her beatings and assaults because she often protected me from it. Every night, she would tell me a story. We would sometimes make up scenarios where we were free and able to do whatever we wanted. We shared this room and it’s also where I saw her die. Mom dragged me away so I couldn’t say goodbye. When I was able to return, the blood was here, but she was gone. She died when she was eighteen and I was six. Unika was my best friend, but I at least have the little stuffed bear she gave me.

Mom is moaning loudly as she gets fucked by her son and I am still sobbing as my dad violently rams himself into me over and over. The disgusting feeling starts to take root, and he notices it immediately. “That’s it. Come for Daddy. Come on my cock, Unika,” he slurs.

“I don’t want this,” I say with a whimper.

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