I feel sick... I know Meg feels the same as she throws the whole glass of water in the face of the woman that gave birth to us. It's almost satisfying to see her jerk up before realizing her surroundings. She curses under that duct tape but honestly, I can't care less. Meg takes this opportunity to peel the duct tape off Martha's lips as slowly as humanly possible and I know she's enjoying every minute of the torture inflicted on our biological monster. I just want the EFFING BITCH to go back to the corner she came crawling out of.
I clear my throat, not that I want to take her fun away but I would like to hurry the process along. Meg rolls her eyes and rips the rest of the tape off, Mrs Bitchson cries out followed by curse words. She glares at Meg and my protective brother side kicks in, I take a step forward matching her with a glare of my own.
"Looks like you're spoiling her" She spits out, throwing a side look at Meg, before rolling her eyes back at me. The same manipulative green orbs that used to facilitate the abuse and act like it never happened. The bitch would lie to our teachers about how her new husband would never hurt us, we were just clumsy!
"You mean, I don't abuse her? Yeah, I think we had enough of that from you, whore." I roll my eyes, clenching and unclenching my fists to control my anger.
"I never abused you! It was Dave and you know it! I never put my hands on you. You ungrateful cunts, without me you would be dead. I could have had an abortion!"
"Oh please, Not being born was a better choice than having you as our guardian bitch." Meg spits out with enough venom to poison a honey badger. Which is a LOT, if you know anything about honey badgers.
"I do regret not aborting your ass," Martha says with a condescending smirk. Meg, however, has other ideas, before stepping close to the tied-up beast and backhanding her across the cheek. My jaw drops as Martha's head whiplashes to the side, I burst into laughter at the shock on Martha's face. What was she expecting? A hug?
Martha growls at Meg trying to lunge forward but being unable to move due to the restrictions. Megs just smirked at her, poking her tongue out at the woman.
"If I'm the monster you make me out to be, looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree" Martha leans back, her voice holding the same tone we never got out of our ears. Meg backs off, I can see the hurt in her eyes, it isn't just simple hurt or pain at a bad remark, it is a fear of becoming Martha. I feel a deep sickness in my own stomach, it reminded me of the past 27 years, spending my everyday life counting my own traits that match my parents, trying to erase any part of them, that I have on me.
"We're nothing like you. We will not turn into you." I spit out, glaring at her. I take Meg's hand and squeeze it, knowing that the remark is engraved in her head.
"Oh sure, Disrespect your Mother, slapping her and tying her up is not abusive. I never laid a hand on you, you laid your hand on me. That's a real abuser." Martha says, calmly, her voice Icy.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Martha?" I sigh as Maghen clenches my hand tightly, I know how much these words affect her, just as how much they affect me.
"What else? Just came to stay with my children. It's surprising to me that you two are being so disrespectful. If it wasn't for me, Dave would have killed you and If I hadn't married him, we all would have starved to death." Martha says, sighing. I see some pain in her eyes and I know meg noticed it too because her hand unclenched mine.
For a second... just for a second... I did remember it. I remember how she did defend us a few times. One time she even stood up for me when Dave tried to stab me with a broken bottle... I gulp, not knowing how to respond.
"I would have rather starved, you know." Meg's voice breaks up the silence that fell over the room. "I would have rather died from starvation knowing you loved us like a mother... Instead, my life was spent with a man you hooked up with, beating me for as long as I can remember. My earliest memory is of you just leaving the room as Dave was beating Adam. Even I was only 6 and tried to stop it, knowing he would beat me up if I did... but you just... left. I came after you when it all stopped. You were sitting in the kitchen, eating and smiling with his son, a kid who looked at you with repulsion. John came in to stop his dad, even he was a better human than you. So,... don't try to be our Mother when you never acted like one"
Meg's eyes brim up with tears but I see her clench her jaw to control herself, she pulls her hand from me and sighs, walking away and going into the kitchen. I hear the water tap turn on, moving my eyes to the tied-up woman. The tears in her eyes made my heart clench, it's easy to hate her but it's so hard to keep hating her when your heart still expects some affection. I know all her words are lies, but seeing her cry did make my heart tighten. However, I'm not going to sabotage my life, nor my sister's.
"Leave Martha," I say, looking at her in the eyes.
"I can't" She croaks out, after seeing that I am serious. "John will kill me"
John is Dave/David, my stepfather's Son. He's not really a bad guy, most of the days he was the one who distracted his father from beating us to death. He also lent me stuff but was never the nice type. His aesthetic has always been the leather jacket-wearing, bad boy and he never really got friendly, just helped us when necessary.
"I don't care. I don't even want to know what you did, I just want you gone." I say, pulling off the duct tape and dragging her to the door.
"Wait! Listen to me! I need help!" She squeals but honestly, I really feel tired, my emotions are drained. If John is looking for her, it's probably her own fault. I pull the door open in the middle of her sentence and push her out, closing it with a thud.
I sigh, turning around and walking to the kitchen to see meg with an empty glass of water on the counter, standing over the sink and looking down. I hear a sniffle and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before walking over. I pull my baby sister around and hug her.
"We're nothing like them" I whisper, but the issue is my own ears hear the words but reject them. Why us?
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I lay in my bed looking up at the ceiling and counting the brush strokes. Tears form in my eyes but never fall as a clog in my throat keeps growing. I feel all my insecurities come back in waves, my body feels drained. The pain of each moment has left a scar, even now sometimes my mind leads me to think about some random beating and a scar on my body would start to tingle, as if to remember the pain.
I close my eyes and clear my brain, as I try to focus on something else. For a second it doesn't work but soon, my mind floods with weird golden eyes. I feel my chest clench, but this time not in pain. What the fuck am I thinking? I shake my head, closing my lips again... however, now my mind grabs onto the image. I feel my breath hitch, thinking about him... my skin tingles and I reach up touching my neck where his breath hits every time he whispers to me.
Bosses don't talk to their employees like that right? Do they pull their employees close as he does with me? Do they... I feel my heart racing as I think about every single time he's touched me, leaving different types of scars than I know over my body, a tingle that makes my breath catch and my mouth dry. Do they touch like that?... Do... Do they get angry at your wounds? Do normal bosses... do they feel... like he does?
My blush rises and no matter how much I try to shake my head or think of something else, my brain is soon consumed by the thoughts of that golden-eyed devil. I've never felt like this! What is this? I whimper to myself, my body becoming tingly as I can't get him and his touch off my mind. My body starts to burn up from the thoughts and I cross my arms over my face, chanting "stop stop stop" to myself.
My hands move on their own, unable to control them as they retrace that man's touch, my body trembles, and my eyes become impossible to open as all I can think about is him and his hand across my waist. My back arches and legs pull up as my body becomes out of control. I don't know what to do, I've never felt this! I feel my eyes tear up in frustration.
I try to catch my breath and calm down just as my phone rings. I contemplate answering it, but my hand looks around for it before my mind can even stop it. I answer without opening my eyes and all I hear from the other side as soon as the line connects is a shiver-inducing growl... I know it and I gasp.
"I don't know where your mind is wondering, Cara Mio." He growls into the phone, making me gulp... what? "Stop."
"S-Sir?" I gasp out, too weak even for my normal self. I hear him say "fuck" and growl again, this time making me whimper. My mind is still a little fuzzy from before, I'm unable to understand or even comprehend anything, my body just reacts to his voice, becoming even more heated.
"What are you doing?" I hear him finally groan out, and my lips quiver, unable to tell him what exactly I was doing.
"I... I d-don't know" I whimper, but he makes an animalistic sound, making me unintentionally let out a little moan and my back arches. "Wh... What's..."
My lips quiver, as I try to gain my focus back, not knowing what's wrong with me, but his voice keeps making it worse. I hear him let out a pained sigh into the phone before he talks again.
"Mr Fane, tell me exactly what you are thinking about and doing right now."
"I...I don't"
"That's an order."
I whimper but against my better judgement, I stumble out "Th...Thinking y-you... Thinking ab..about you..."
"What are you thinking about, Caro?" I whispered, it sounded like he was in pain almost.
"Touch... You... Touching... You touch me..m weird.." I whine.
"What's so weird about it, Little one?" He chuckles, but I can hear the dark hint behind his laugh.
"I ... I don't know!!" My blush becomes crimson at this point, I can't make any sense of this, my mind just imagines that this is a dream... it must be!
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" I say quickly, almost defensively. He growls and I quiver in my bed from that dominating sound. What is happening to me?
"I asked, What are you doing? He repeats and this time, I blurt it right out.
"Touching! T-Touching My..myself"
"Where?"
"W-... where y- ou t...touched me"
"Say where Caro. I've touched you many places."
"N-Neck... Li... Lips... Chest.." I whimper out.
"Go lower."
"Huh?"
"Go. Lower"
I whimper and slowly start moving my hand lower, down my stomach, before gasping as my fingers brush the bulge in my undies. I hear him groan as if he could feel it.
"Grab yourself, Little one."
"Wh-"
"Grab your little cock." He growls and I quickly hold onto the bulge from the top of my underwear. A loud mewl comes from somewhere, and I soon realize, it's from me. The sound is so needy that I turn a deep red... This is a dream... This is a dream... He should be here in your bed, fucking you if it is.
"P-Please.." I whimper.
"Are you wearing pants?" He asks, his voice is so much more controlled than my own whimpers.
"Un... Undies" I gasp out.
"Take them off, little Troia" HE orders, My hands follow his command as my head can do nothing but whine. "Now, touch yourself"
"huh?"
"Stroke your little Cock, Cara," He says, I can almost feel his eyes watching me, and my back arches as I start stocking myself, the pleasure is inexplicable. I never in my life felt pleasure like this and as a 27-year-old man, I've touched myself before. However, right now, it was almost as if he was touching me. I could feel his body against mine with his words and whispers in my ears, my cock twitched in my hand as dirty and naughty images of him flashed in my mind.
It was like my mind was torturing me, I can see him doing things to me I never knew were... p-possible. I saw him pinning my knees up against each side of my stomach, making me open my eyes slightly as I look down to see my hands moving fast up and down on my cock, the room fills up with my moans and mewls, and I notice I have my knees pulled up in real life too. I feel my body flush up deeper in humiliation at how much of a slut I am.
"Stop"
I gasp as my hand stops in its track, making me cry out in frustration. "W...Wh-Why why wh..why?" I repeat in frustration... I was so close...
"Start." I sigh in relief as my hand starts moving again, feeling myself build up for release I gasp for breath. "You can not cum without permission"
I gasp and shake my head.
Almost as if he can see me, he says "You will not cum" My body listening to him, made me feel like a doll he was playing with, my hands didn't stop at his words but I did everything not to cum. My frustration started building up in seconds as I growled in need.
"P-P..Please! Pl..Please!"
"Please, What?"
"Pl-Please let me..."
"Let you what?"
"Please fuck!! Let me cum, let me cum let me cum!!" I cry in frustration, I almost feel like he has my cock in his hand and he isn't letting me finish for his own enjoyment. I feel like a little caged animal, he's just playing with me like he would a pet. However, the treatment for some reason makes my body even hotter and needy.
"Fuck. Imagine my cock in your ass" He growls out. I gasp at his words but images of him pounding me start to flood my mind. I shake my head but nothing stops them. My toes curl in pleasure and frustration. I start crying as I beg him.
"P-Please, Please let me cum. F-Feels..So.. So.. Good.. Please?"
"Cum" Just as the words leave his mouth, I cry out feeling myself release as if his words were what held me back. "Did you cum?"
"Y..Yes"
"Now say thank you."
I blink a few times, unable to catch my breath as I flush up.
"Wh..What?"
"Say Thank you."
"W-... Why?"
"Do you not want permission, next time?"
I Whimper at the thought of him not letting me next time I quickly mumble out "Th-Thank you.."
"For?"
"l-letting... letting me c...cum.." the word felt so dirty as it came out of my mouth, I was flustered but as my fast breathing slowed down my eyes closed and gave in to the sound of his breath on the other side, letting it lull me to sleep.