Page 6 of Girls Night
A sob catches in my throat as I look at the screen through tear-filled eyes and graze my clit with my fingers.I can’t do this.I roll away, covering my face with both hands. I’m not given the chance to experience my grief and horror at what he’s making me do. He immediately rips my hands from my face and crushes my fingers in his grip, stopping me from clenching them. My humiliation is drawn out further when he fists my hair, and yanking my head up to look at the laptop, he forces my hand down to my pussy.
“Dad, stop, please!” I howl as my fingers are roughly pushed into my body and then dragged back up to my clit.
I want to die. The thoughts I’ve had of ending it all return, blasting me with an agony that’s soul-deep, but I know I could never do that to Tucker, no matter how much like strangers we’ve become. My father’s breath is hot in my ear, and I want to gag at how he’s forcing this upon me. These may be my hands, but he’s raping my body with them.
“Dad!” I scream, “Please! I’ll do it myself! Please stop!”
My cheeks and pillow are soaked with tears, and he all but throws my own hand at me. I’m clumsy in my movements, my distress and the ache in my fingers making it hard to maneuver them. Eventually, I find a rhythm that will bring me release, no matter how much my heart and soul protest.
I stare at the screen, but I no longer see it as it is. Instead, I let go of reality and watch the face and body of the man melt away and morph into me. I cling onto the fantasy, and stare fixated on the woman in front of me as I pound into her body with a flesh colored strap on. Her breasts jiggle at the force of my movements, her erotic cries barely covering the sound of her arousal coating the silicone cock with each thrust of my hips.
The tears continue, but the false image I’ve conjured allows me to blank out what’s happening and why. For a split-second, I forget where I am as my own cries mix with hers and the unwanted orgasm crashes over me in a violent wave. As I lie there shuddering, the haze of pleasure fades and is swiftly doused when a heavy grunt fills my ears, bringing me firmly back into reality and making my blood freeze in horror.
“Well done, Farren. I’m proud of you.”
I can barely hear my father’s breathy words or the sound of his zipper being tugged up over the ringing in my ears. I’m in a daze when he bends down and gently kisses my forehead before leaving the room.
What the fuck just happened?
Before I can regain my senses, the shock and exhaustion overtake me, dragging me into blackness.
Chapter Eight
Tucker
The sound of Farren crying and screaming, begging our father to stop, shatters my heart like a glass ball falling from a great height with all the pieces scattering in a million different directions. I want to put an end to it all, but he’s too strong, so much stronger than I am. I never wanted to be a part of this, but the last time I tried to intervene he made sure I never would again. Having threatened to kill my little sister if I didn’t help fix her disgusting ways, he beat me until I lost consciousness.
When I came round the next day, I could hardly breathe due to what I suspect were cracked ribs, and my eyes were little more than slits from the bruising surrounding them. From what I could make out in the bathroom mirror, I resembled a human punching bag; a myriad of deep purple bruises covered almost every inch of my skin.
Farren suffers from the distance I’ve put between us, and I’m certain she thinks I hate her.I could never hate her. Farren loves with her whole being, and until my father cast his shadow over her with his narrow-minded disgust, she used to shine so brightly it was nearly blinding. Now her eyes are dull, like low hanging dark gray clouds that signal an oncoming storm. Piece by piece, Father is slowly deconstructing everything she is and remodeling her into what he believes she should be. I let her think I don’t love her because I don’t know how else to protect her.
If I thought my father would touch Farren sexually, I’d have burst into her room the moment he entered it. It kills me to leave her at his mercy, but I can use his distraction against him. My father is only intent on keeping the young woman trapped downstairs alive so he can continue to brutalize and rape her while cruelly torturing my sister. I’m surprised she hasn’t died from starvation already with the meager rations he allows her. It will be easier to give the poor girl something extra to eat and drink while he’s occupied upstairs with Farren.
Glancing up at the stairs and trying in vain not to think about what might be happening in my sister’s room right now, I quickly prepare a light meal and make my way to the basement. Heaving out a sigh, I open the door, and flicking the light on, I walk down the stairs, carrying a bottle of water and two ziplocks: one containing sandwiches and the other holding apple slices.
I cross the basement and head for the cage, gritting my teeth together at the now familiar sight of the bars and the young woman imprisoned behind them. I stop short when I see her sleeping face and the surprising lack of bare skin on display. I don’t need to ask where she got the blanket, and my lips twist up faintly in recognition. Farren gave it to her.
How my sister managed to sneak down here with the blanket and avoid getting caught will forever elude me. I’m surprised she risked our father’s wrath by interfering, although I can understand the reason for her kindness. I’m sure she feels responsible for what’s happening down here, but it’s not her fault. She’s not to blame and never will be. She didn’t ask for this any more than the woman sleeping in front of me did. Guilt burns like acid in my stomach because even though I know the combination to the lock and could easily set her free, I won’t risk my sister’s life.
I whisper so quietly it’s no louder than a breath, “I’m sorry.”
I don’t know if she hears me or simply senses she’s no longer alone, but her eyes fly open, locking with mine before widening in horror. She sits bolt upright, bunching the blanket in her fists like I’m going to steal it away from her. The woman doesn’t speak to me, and while I should know better than to try and engage her in conversation, I still talk to her.
“I’m not going to take it from you. Farren gave it to you, didn’t she?”
She looks at me like I’m just another beast in this house here to hurt her.I hate that I’m a monster of my father’s making.Her eyebrows pull together with worry, and her gaze flicks behind me, no doubt searching to see if my father or Farren are coming down for another lesson.
“It’s okay. My father’s upstairs with Farren. They’re doing...homework,” I manage to grit out between my teeth as I recollect the moans I heard before I came down here, pouring into my ears like water and drowning me.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and move over to the cage door. I carefully input the code8347,and pressing the button on the padlock, I release the shackle and remove it. All the while I keep watch to make sure she doesn’t try to break out. Father would sooner kill her than let her escape and bring the cops down on us for kidnap, imprisonment, and rape.Not that we wouldn’t deserve it, and more, for what’s been done to her.
I know for a fact that by the time the police arrived, it would be too late. He’d kill this woman and Farren to make me suffer, and then finish me off for allowing the woman to escape in the first place. He’s a ruthless, merciless bastard, who cares more about the fact his daughter doesn’t fit into his ideals than anyone’s life or basic human rights.
“Eat quickly, I don’t have much time. And make sure he doesn’t find that.” I nod at the blanket, and her lips part in confusion.
I’m sure I’m sending mixed signals. One moment, I’m helping my father abuse her, and the next, I’m offering kindness. I’m giving myself whiplash with my own back and forth, but I can’t show weakness in front of him, or he’ll take his rage out on Farren.
“Let me go, please.” Her voice is hoarse from thirst and probably screaming. It tugs at what little of my humanity I have left that hasn’t been tainted. I want to do as she asks, but I can’t.
