Daddy had always prefeared me to the rest of my siblings, I was his little princess. He had always given me whatever i had ever wanted, no matter the cost of it. I had always been known as the pretty girl, the one with a big butt, big boobs and an hour glass shape. I remember that day, the month, the time and the age. I was eighteen. Everyone had gone out and I had stayed at home because I was having crams. I was lying down on my stomach on bed, my back facing the door with my headset on. The music blasting into my brain. Everything was going well, until it stopped.
I felt something touch my leg, but I just shaked it off. Then all of a sudden I felt someone press my head into the pillow, stopping me from screaming, stopping me from crying out for help. I felt as my fathers boxers that I
