Page 21 of Bad Girl's Club

"Come again?" His fists were struggling to not punch something.

"I. I. Wanted it to. be you, Kale. I wanted you to be my first. I wanted this to be us, but they stole it from me." I cried and stuttered every other word.

"How did this happen? Please calm down. I'll do whatever you want and be whatever you want me to be. Just calm down and talk to me."

"I don't know where to start. I don't know how to tell you. I feel so disgusting."

"Start from the beginning."

"Okay, so I was a virgin before this morning,” I whispered.

"Keep going. I knew that. Are you not a virgin anymore?"

" No."

"Continue."

"A few nights ago, I went to my father's apartment because we were supposed to have a family dinner. My Uncle Kevin and Eric were there, and they spanked me and ate me out while taking turns tasting me. After they finished, they told me to be at the science lab at three on Wednesday. So, I did.” I wanted to puke just thinking about it.

“Once I found out what was going on and the true purpose of the Bad Girls' Club, I tried to leave, but Uncle Kevin and Eric met me in this closet. I thought they were going to apologize for the grotesque shit they did to me previously, but no, it got so worse." I explained.

"Shh, Star, I'm not judging you. You can tell me everything if you want, I’m not going to judge you. I really like you."

"You’re going to think I'm the worst person on the planet after I tell you." I sobbed.

My body was shaking, my breathing was unsteady, I couldn't get through all of it. "Can I just give you the cliff notes, so I don't have to experience it all again?" I asked.

"No. I want every detail." Kale demanded.

"Why every detail? I don't want to relive it all?"

"Because I won’t know what to do until I hear everything that happened."

"They blindfolded me. Kevin shoved his cock into my mouth, then Eric made me hold and stroke his. Soon after they switched, and Father put his dick into my mouth. Before long, Father pushed his cock into my pussy and stole my virginity. I bit Eric's dick, dug my nails into Kevin's, and tried to kick my father off. me. I fell, pushed the blindfold off of me, and realized who was in the room. They recorded the entire thing." I was breathing heavily; my chest was caving in on me. Kale pulled me into his arms. He smelled so good. I felt safe in his arms. I didn't know how I felt so safe here with him, but I did. I needed more of him. How can someone I barely met make me feel so safe, but someone I have known my entire life makes me feel like such a broken disgrace?

"Keep going, is there more?" Kale asked as he rubbed my arm.

"So, after they explained my mom had an affair and he's not my real dad and he adopted me; he pushed me back on the chair and finished himself inside me. I need plan B. He also said whenever he or my uncles want me, they will come to get what's theirs. And unless someone properly claims me, I'm theirs." I screamed into Kale's shirt.

"Oh my god! Those motherfuckers are dead!" Kale screamed as. he punched a hole into the door. We were still sitting in the bathroom. Somehow, he was my solace, and I didn't want to leave his arms.

"I need plan B now! I’m not on birth control. I really, really don’t want to keep his bloodline going. I don't want to have his kids." I screamed.

"How can I make it better? What can I do?" Kale was ready to take charge. He went to our bathtub and filled it up with bath oils and made sure the water was the perfect temp. “Do you like a hot bath that is practically boiling you, or do you like it half and half? Or cold enough the penguins can come to swim with you?” He asked fiddling with the knobs to the bath.

“Hot water is fine, thank you.” I sobbed. "I want to forget how they touched me. I want you to touch me. I want you to make me forget. I was thinking about you the whole time. That's how I made it through the nightmare. I thought about you. Make me forget."

"Are you sure, Star? Do you want to report this to the police?" Kale offered, “We only met a few days ago. I don’t want you to hate me.”

"No. Make me forget. Do your worst to me." I snapped.

"Do my worst? You want me to hurt you?" He asked.

"I want you to do your worst to me. Make me forget the trauma and their touch. Please, I’m begging, make these bruises have a different meaning. Make. Me. Fucking. Forget." I yelled.

"What about class? Do you have homework?” Kale attempted to change the subject.

"Fuck the classes. I want to forget so I can move on." I pleaded.

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