“I don’t think we’ll complain about that,” Stacy quips, everyone chuckling at that.
“No, I didn’t think you would. Okay, back to work.”
Chapter 10
Rebecca
5 Weeks Ago
“You will wear this dress tonight,” Momma informs me, coming into my room with a no-nonsense look on her face.
Handing me the scrap of fabric, I look it over, scowling. Dress? I might as well not be wearing anything for all it covers up.
The slap comes out of nowhere, spinning my head back from the force as the loud sound punches through the room. Backing up, I cover my cheek, feeling the heat blooming across it.
Stepping towards me with her brows lowered and fists clenched, Momma gets right in my face, one hand lashing out to grab a hold of my hair.
“You will fucking do as you’re told,” she spits at me, droplets spraying from her mouth decorating my face. “You knew this day was coming, we’ve been preparing you for years. Don’t think that you’re special. All of your sisters before you went through it, and now that it’s your twenty-first birthday, it’s your turn.”
Ripping myself out of her clutches, taking several strands of hair with it, I straighten my shoulders, looking back at her with disgust. “I’ll escape,” I growl back at her. “Once I’m out of this house, I’ll disappear. No one owns me.”
Papa tears into the room, his face a mottled red as he storms towards me. Grabbing me by the neck, he hauls me into the air, throwing me onto the bed. Turning his head to Momma, he growls out, “Hold her.”
Momma complies, a sneer stretching across her face as she climbs up behind me, holding my arms down as Papa pushes his trousers down.
“You asked for this,” Momma whispers to me as Papa climbs up. “I think you like Papa fucking you, don’t you, Rebecca? You like his cock inside you?”
“Fuck you!” I shout, kicking out with my legs, catching Papa on the thigh.
He backhands me with a shout, grabbing my legs and thrusting them apart before slamming into me, tearing me open as he forces himself inside me.
Gritting my teeth, I refuse to cry out, refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. My monster turns my mind away, taking me out of the room, showing me pictures of all the ways we can kill them.
We can gut them,come the whispers and as Momma’s nails dig into my arm.
We can burn them alive,it tells me, its sharp teeth glistening in a grin as it shows me them screaming while Papa grunts above me.
We can lock them in a cage like Rachel, leaving them to starve slowly to death, it promises me, while Papa pulls out, his cum splattering over my stomach.
Pain. Blood. Torture. Kill. Justice,it hisses, the rattle in my chest so loud I’m surprised no one comments on it.
Leaning up, Papa grabs my chin in a punishing grip, his steely gaze locked onto mine. “I can, and will, always be able to find you,” he says in a dangerous tone. “There isn’t anywhere on this planet you could escape to. If you run, if you make me come after you? I won’t punish you, Rebecca. I’ll punish your sisters. I will bring you back, tie you up, and force you to watch as they suffer for your mistakes.”
I don’t believe him. We’re too valuable. He may punish us, force himself on us, adjust our attitudes - but he won’t seriously hurt us. We make him too much money, and starting off a new batch of sisters from the ground up takes too much work. It could be years before he would be up and running again.
Rachel crosses my mind, and I inwardly flinch. She’ll be okay, she has to be. She’s going through one of Papa’s attitude adjustments, and I have to believe she’ll be fine.
If I can get free, if I can get out...then I can go to the police. Surely they would believe me. They’ll come and save all of us. We can be free. Tonight is my only chance; I’ll get to leave the house for the first time. Papa has set up a bidding auction for me, and I’ll be taking an Uber to and from Flagstaff.
I’m not conceited, but after eleven years of men telling me how beautiful I am, I know that I must be. Men place such importance on looks. I just have to hope that one of the drivers is a man. Maybe offering my body in exchange for taking me to the police station will get them to change their drop-off instructions. Then I’ll lead them here, and maybe we can go home.
“Do you understand?” Papa screams into my face, jarring me back to the present.
“Yes, sir,” I reply quietly, lowering my eyes in submission.
Pulling himself off the bed, he yanks up his pants before turning back to me, his lip curling in disgust. “Get yourself cleaned up and start getting ready. Your ride will be here in two hours.”
Momma lets go of my arms, and I sit up, wincing as I do. Fuck, I'm going to be sore. And I’ll need to prance around a bunch of filthy fuckers all night. Sliding off the bed, I make my way to the bathroom, steps painfully slow as I try to wrest my thoughts from the past few minutes.
