Page 119 of Forgive Me, Father
He set the bucket down beside me, then yanked my pants off without a word.Cold tears—ones I hadn’t even realized were waiting—spilled onto the floor as he scrubbed me with the icy water, the sensation sharp and degrading.
"Please, don't do this," I pleaded, the words tasting like ashes in my mouth.I hated myself for begging, but there was no other choice.
“It’s what your husband did," he sneered."Blame him, not me."
I shot him a furious glare, but he just laughed, finding my defiance amusing.
"You’re like a little Chihuahua," he mocked, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
“What?”
“You know the little dogs.Feisty as hell but one kick and they are dead.”
“You are insane.”
“I might be, but not as crazy as your husband.”
He grabbed my legs, and I tried to fight.He struck me again, this time in the stomach, and my body went limp.
When I came to, every inch of me throbbed with pain.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he screamed as he plunged himself into me.Spoke a few curse words again.
The scream tore from my lungs, raw and unrestrained, as the pain—both physical and emotional—overwhelmed me.It was all-consuming, a jagged wave that drowned everything else.
His fingers dented into my hips, the pain equivalent of someone trying to rip off my skin.
I let another scream rip.
I didn’t want this.
He came inside of me and didn’t pull out.
His heavy, ragged breaths and that dry, haunting chuckle would echo in my mind forever, a sound that would never leave me.
He was out of breath and hung onto me.I felt numb.
On the line of deranged.
I wanted to kill this motherfucker.I wanted to rip his limbs from his body.
He pulled out.
“You are a good fuck,” he said, grabbing my chin hard.Forcing me to look at him.“Tell you what.I’ll hold off on sending him your pussy.Because I’m going to fuck you until you are dry,bella.So hard that nobody will ever find pleasure inside of you again.”
The movement was so fast.His head connected hard with mine.The pain overpowered my essence, and he sent me immediately into the comfort of oblivion.
THIRTY-EIGHT
THE WHITE RABBIT
THREE DAYS LATER
Three days,and no one called.No ransom demand.Nothing.Just an endless silence that gnawed at my bones.
My heart had stopped the moment I realized I couldn’t find her.Now, all that remained was the raw, burning rage—my only fuel, my only purpose.
My father tried to keep me calm, but it was useless.Frederick couldn’t find Kai.
