Page 9 of Senescence (Inferno World)

“Why am I not surprised to find you like this? You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t you Lucy? Just like your mother.” he scoffed, inching closer.

From a place deep inside of me, I opened my mouth to respond.

“My mother was not a whore,” I whispered.

My father snorted, rolling his eyes. “You don’t know a damn thing about that woman. She was a whore, and it seems like you’re the spitting image. Who did you let fuck you this time, Lucy Marie? Was it the snivelling stocker boy, Todd? How about Arthur? Did you let that old cock into that pretty pussy?”

I couldn’t contain the overflow of moisture that fell down my cheeks as I cried and sobbed into the mattress. None of today had gone right. I had lost my innocence in more ways than one, and Bob was dead set and determined to kick me when I was at my lowest.

Bob walked around to the side of the bed, creeping closer towards my head. When he bent down, I shut my eyes, unable to look at him any longer. His breath reeked of bourbon, and as I suspected he was completely shit faced wasted.

“OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES, SLUT,” Bob screamed, droplets of spit coating my face. I blinked open my eyelids to find him just inches from my face, anger and lust coursing through his eyes.

For the first time in hours, I begged my limbs to move and scramble away, but even drunk, Bob was faster. He grabbed my arms and pinned me down, crawling up onto the bed to straddle my waist.

“I see there is blood and dried up cum on the mattress, Lucy. Did he fuck you so hard you bled, or were you really a virgin?”

“Please get off of me,” I whimpered, bucking my hips to try and dismount him.

“Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Let her breasts fill you at all times with delight; be intoxicated always in her love,” Bob quoted the bible from memory, grabbing my bra and ripping it away from my body. “I couldn’t enjoy your whore of a mother after she died, so now, you shall be the wife of my youth, Lucy Marie.”

My father leaned down and gripped my nipple in his mouth, tugging and pulling at it while keeping both of my wrists bound to the bed. Struggle as I might, there was no way I was getting this stocky man off of me. I shut my eyes tight as he alternated between each of my breasts, biting and nibbling at my flesh. I could feel the thickness of his cock at my navel, and I knew if I didn’t get him to stop, I was going to be violated for the second time today.

Yeah, but you liked the first time,my brain sneered at me.

In my momentary lapse of internal thought, I missed Bob reaching his hand down my body, but when his pudgy fingers plunged deep into my pussy making me cry out, my brain flew back into the present.

“Look at how wet you are for me, Lucy,” he sneered, placing a sloppy, alcohol laden kiss on my closed mouth.

“Get off me Bob,” I spit out, finding my voice.

“How DARE you fucking use my name, you ungrateful cunt,” he screamed, sitting up and releasing my hands.

Just as I attempted to squeeze out from underneath him, I watched as Bob’s beefy fist came down from above and connected with my temple. I fell back, blackness engulfing me. Trying desperately to keep my eyes opened, I tried sitting up, but the pain radiating through my head held me down, as well as Bob’s body weight.

“You go ahead and go night night, Lucy Marie,” Bob whispered. “I will make sure you’ve paid for your sins towards me and God.”

With that, I fell into a deep dark sleep, that I prayed I would never wake up from.

One month later

May

“Your total is twelve dollars and six cents, sir,” I smiled at the older gentleman in front of me. It was a forced smile, but a grin none-the-less.

I had no desire to be at the store today. I hadn’t had any desire in weeks, but Bob made it perfectly clear after my head bruises disappeared I was to get back to work. The extent of our conversation in the past four weeks hadn’t been anything other than work based. I hardly saw him at the store, and I didn’t see him at all at the house. He was avoiding me, and I too, him.

When I awoke after passing out from the blow to my head, I was in my own bed under the covers. I laid in the dark for hours, listening to the bugs outside my window, contemplating life, and what I was going to do. I had no money, no friends, and no family to speak of. I had just had my virginity torn from me by a man I couldn’t stop thinking about, and I may or may not have been molested by my father.

In the early dawn hours, I got up and headed towards the shower. I needed to rinse both the mental and physical filth from my body and mind. Under the hot sprays, I cried for my innocence, my childhood, and my mother, and when I got out, I vowed that things were going to change, and I was going to be a new person. I had no more tears left to shed. They were all rinsed down the drain.

I made a plan to re-save every penny I could, and eventually I would be able to get out of Bob’s house. It was evident I was not wanted there, and I had no plans on staying where I wasn’t valued. But where would I go?

My mind repeated Luke’s name over and over. Did he value me? Did he want me? If I found out where he lived and showed up on his front door, would he grant me solace? Part of me believed he might. There had been a connection between us in my parent’s bed, even if he didn’t acknowledge it. Part of me wondered if I would be trading one hell for another.

When I had made my way back to my room, there had been a note on my bed from Bob. It had told me I wasn’t to come into the grocery store until my face was healed, and I wasn’t to leave the house. I was angry that he thought he could tell me what I could and couldn’t do now that I was eighteen, but I had no plans to leave the house anyways, and I certainly wasn’t looking to fight about it.

A few days later, I clocked in for my shift expecting Bob to immediately call me into his office, but he never did, and now a month later, if it hadn’t been work based, neither of us talked to the other. Honestly, it worked out fine for me. I didn’t even know what I would say, and it also meant I didn’t have to spend my Sundays in prayer with the horrid man.

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