Page 49 of Siccitas

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ilie there on my kneesand front, waiting for his next command.

“You can rest now,” he says, before he does up his pants and walks out of the room.

The tears begin to flow freely now.

I sit up and fix my dress. I want to go to the tub of water and rinse off, but I know he’ll be angry if I don’t ask permission first.

I curl up on the bed.

Rest.

He said I could rest.

I close my eyes and the throbbing pain fades away with my exhaustion.

“Mommy?”

I open my eyes and see Darby standing beside my bed.

“Mommy, Daddy has gone to town. Can we play now?” She touches my face with her soft little hand.

“Of course,” I say, even though I’m exhausted. Pater had me up all fucking night choking on his cock.

I get off the bed and take Darby’s hand, walking out the room with her. We go into the backyard where I see she’s laid out a blanket.

“We can have a tea party.” She sits down next to her one-eyed teddy bear.

“Oh, I love a tea party.”

My sweet Darby, she’s so innocent. As long as I keep Daddy happy, he’ll never hurt her.

I know in my heart I’m wrong, but I want to believe it.

I want to believe the cycle will be broken with me, that I’ll be the last.

“I’ll pour,” Darby says, looking up at me with those fiery eyes.

The Greene eyes.

His daughter.

His granddaughter.

A fucking incestuous stewing pot.

I take the cup she hands me.

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