I step closer and lower my voice as I say, “It’s hard to feel safe when you are taught how to deep throat before riding a bike,” I say as calmly as possible. “It’s difficult to submit when you came into my room and forced me to have an orgasm at nine years old. Being forced to ride your dick while I sobbed made me resentful of authority, because daddies don’t touch their little girls like that. They don’t make them swallow their come and then laugh at them when they vomit. They don’t hold their head down in the puke-filled toilet water while they fuck them. Do they? I have never met another person who was tied to a bed and forced to let their daddy fuck their ass while he was high on drugs for hours on end, but then get whipped bloody for crying too loudly. I don’t know anyone who has an abortion at ten because Daddy got them pregnant, not once, but four goddamn times. Real fathers don’t let everyone and their fucking brother fuck their little girl and jerk off while she lies curled up after on the basement floor, bleeding from every hole they used. And you know what else they don’t do? They don’t force them to fuck their drugged and unconscious brother, but whip them until they both get off.”
“Wait,” Brent says. I pause and blink away the tears. I keep my voice quiet so I don’t draw attention.
“Do you understand now, Daddy? I am not the problem. You are the problem. You are the one who brutally raped your child.I was six years old the first time you forced your pathetic dick in my mouth. I was seven the first time I had a perineal tear because you raped me. I had to have four abortions because of you and your sick fucking desires. So, yeah. I struggled to submit. I was mouthy. I lashed out at people. But I was fucking scared. I was scared of finding out that there were scarier monsters out there than you.”
“Adrian has earned my trust. He has proven that I am safe with him. You forced me into this school, and now, you are just pissed that you will never be able to force me to be your weak little fuck doll again,” I say. “Do you have any other questions,Daddy?”
“You will regret this, Alania,” Dad threatens with a grave tone.
“I doubt it,” I say with a shrug before turning to Adrian.
“Ready to go?”
“If you are, Master,” I say simply.
“I am. Maybe we can grab some ice cream on the way back to campus,” he says with a sweet smile.
“That would be great, Master. Thank you!” I say happily.
“You’re welcome,” he says before looking up at Brent. “Do you care to walk Alania back to my vehicle?”
“Not a problem,” Brent says, handing me my shirt. I don’t look up at him because I am not ready to talk about what I was madeto do to him. I was nineteen. A fucking adult… I should have fought harder for Brent.
I put my shirt on, and Adrian kisses me before Brent leads me out of the club. I say nothing as we walk, and not even when I get into the front passenger seat. Brent squats down beside me and watches for a second.
“Nia,” Brent says gently.
“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully, looking down at my hands.
“For what, sweetie?” he asks, keeping his voice gentle.
“I don’t know how to say it,” I hiccup. “You deserve to know, but…”
“Let’s start here… He made you do something to me?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“When?”
“When I was nineteen… When we stayed at their house over Christmas break.” My voice is broken, and I am crying now. “I didn’t want to do that… but getting whipped hurt so badly…”
“You said I was drugged. Explain that first.” I let him take my hand to hold, and it both helps and hurts.
“He gave you a glass of whiskey after dinner… It had something in it,” I sniff. “Like strong sleeping pills or something.”
“I remember that,” he says. “I’m not upset at you, Nia. Please tell me what happened.”
“He, uh…” I sniff again. “You were very drowsy, so he got you upstairs and told me to come open the door to your room. He got you on the bed, but then shut the door and locked me in there. He told me to sit on the bed with you and not move. I didn’t think anything of it, so I did. After a few minutes, he told me to get you undressed so you’d be more comfortable. I tried just your shoes, but he kept demanding more…”
I know Adrian is sitting in the driver’s seat, but I can’t look at him right now. I take a moment to breathe before continuing.
“Eventually, he made me get you completely undressed…” I say quietly. “I asked to leave, but he said no. He said I needed to make you feel good… I tried to get him to just take me to my room… I didn’t want to do that… I didn’t want to subject you to what he did to me.. But then he took his belt off and hit me. He said he would keep hitting me if I didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?” Brent asks gently. “Quote him so you don’t have to find the words.”
“He said… I’m going to whip you until you take his dick down your slutty throat,” I say, my voice cracking again. “I said no, so he just kept hitting me over and over again… It hurt so badly… I just wanted it to stop… So I did it… After a minute… he uh… Hegrabbed my head and forced me to move… He told me to keep doing that or he’d whip me again, so I just did it… I kept going because my back was already bleeding… But then…”
“But then what?” Adrian asks, nudging my leg. I look up at him, and I am crying. “Just focus on me when you say it.”
