Detained.Depraved.Defiled (18+)

Trigger warning: This book has sections of explicit abuse, as well as s****l content including but not limited to: Consensual non-consent, bondage, forced orgasm, sense deprivation kink, suspension, masks, edging, praised kink, multiple partners, sadism and masochism, knife play, primal play, kidnapape fantasy role play. Read at your own discretion, please keep your mental health in mind before reading. Walking down the halls of my high school always proved troubling. As a senior you’d think I wouldn't get bullied but that would be far from the truth. My 16-year-old sister who is a junior this year always manages to get a posse of kids together to slam me into the lockers before first period even starts. This morning proved even worse. She had found a few senior students to help her with her wicked games, one of which must be an immovable brick wall of muscle. Upon opening my locker, I can feel people surrounding me, and my heart flutters, trying to grab what books I need so I can close it up and rush off. Reaching in to grab my history text and science, I feel strong hands grip my arms, pushing me in before the locker door slams shut behind me. Fucking lovely, now I will be late to my class. Hopefully someone will let me out. This is not the first time I have been shoved into a locker and probably won’t be the last. Sighing, I pull out my mini flashlight so I’m not in complete darkness. I really don’t want the flashbacks to start. I can hear them laughing right outside of my locker, I try to steady my breath, and calm my anxiety. Before I can calm myself, my flashlight dies and the memories flood in. *** “Please don’t do this, I’ll behave. I don’t want to go back there. Please!!” I beg as my mother drags me down the steps to the basement, her hand gripping tightly around my upper arm. Tears prickling my eyes as I try to dig my heels into the concrete floor of our basement. “You should know better by now than to question everything and speak out of turn you spoiled brat. You will never be more than a weak and insolent child.” my mother screeches as she opens the door to the utility closet that is no bigger than I am. “Please, I’ll be good.” I whimpered, looking into her eyes, begging for my life. “We will see how you feel about telling everyone you meet that I killed your father after a week in here.” a sinister smile grows on her face, making me sick to my stomach, before she throws me into the hole of a closet, and slams the door shut. *** I begin to hyper ventilate and screaming when I hear a knock on my locker. “Do you need help?” a deep voice softly comes from the other side. Without thinking or caring who it is, I shout my locker combination at them. Within seconds the door opens, and I rush out of the locker, tripping and falling straight into the guy who helped me, his body is hard, and I can feel every muscle tense as he moves his arms around me to help me stand up straight. “Thank you.” I whimper out, wiping the tears from my eyes. “I need to get to class.” Turning on my heels, I rush towards my first class, my heart racing so fast it feels like it will jump out of my chest. The rest of the day went by quickly, only being bumped and bruised when in the halls, one girl hit me in the face, busting my lip open, making me bleed. I didn’t run into the guy who helped me again, but I could feel someone watching me the rest of the day. Thank God today was Friday, which meant I could go home and then all I had to do this weekend was some yard work, and study. On the walk home, I could feel someone following me, yet again. Getting tired of my shadow, I turn and look around. “If someone is following me, please show yourself, this is getting annoying.” Right on queue, a large man comes out from behind a wall and looks at me with his icy blue eyes. I take a step back when he walks up to me. “Why are you following me?” I stutter out, God this man is huge. Why is he following me? “I was making sure you weren’t shoved into another locker, or trash can. You seemed to freak out when I let you out of that locker this morning too, so I wanted to make sure you were alright.” “I’m fine. Thank you, now please leave me alone.” I say with very little conviction, so I am not late getting home, I turn and walk faster in the direction I was heading. “My bad.” The guy huffs behind me, but doesn’t follow me, thankfully. I rushed through the door of my house 5 minutes later, to see my mother standing in the foyer, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me with discontent written all over her face. I don’t say anything to her, I just move to try and go to my room. “Where in the f**k do you think you are going? You have a lot of explaining to do.” She says when she grips my arm tightly. “What did I do wrong?” I ask quietly. “You don’t know?” She scoffs staring at me intently. “How about you explain that man who was following you home? Are you dating him? f*****g him?” She all but screams at me. My eyes widen and I stare at her in shock. “I have no idea who he is!” I scream at her not meaning to, my voice shaking, scared at what is about to happen. “You are lying b***h!” She screams before slapping me in the face, making me tumble to the ground where she kicks me in the ribs, and the stomach, making all air leave my lungs. Her kicks become wilder and more forceful. She pulls me up by the hood on my sweater and pins me to a wall, punching me in the face a few times, not hard enough to leave bruises, but in just the right spots to make my vision tunnel. She pulls me by my hood through the hall and into a room on the main floor of our house, locking my wrists into leather cuffs before hoisting me up so my feet don’t touch the floor. She takes a knife and cuts my sweater and top off, before turning the blade on my flesh. This was normal anytime she thought I was with a boy or doing something impure, even though my sister was in a different guy's bed every night. I feel the cold metal slice into my back over and over, the blood running down in a hot sticky mess. After the eighth cut to my back, my vision goes black, and I am consumed in darkness. *** “What are you doing, sugar? You know you shouldn’t be up in that tree.” My dad's throaty laugh reaches my ears as I look out past the expansive tops of the trees, feeling the wind in my hair, wondering what it would feel like to fly like the birds in the skyline. “Remember, don’t look down when you climb back to the ground.” He reminds me as I start to climb down to meet him back on the ground. We would go out to the national forests and hike or climb trees every weekend. It was our own escape from the house and his work. “Here I come Daddy, catch me.” I giggled as I jumped from a fourth of the way up the large tree. Laughing he catches me, spinning me around, my legs flying up in the air as we increase in momentum. “That was very dangerous sugarplum.” He chuckles. “I knew you’d catch me daddy, you’d never let me fall.” I smile widely when he finally places my feet back on the ground. “Let’s start walking back. We’ve been gone a while now, and your mother will be very upset that you’re coming home dirty.” He smiles at me, clutching my hand and leading us out of the thick trees. “Why is mom always so mad at you? She acts like she doesn’t like either of us. I don’t understand it.” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. “Well, sugar plum, your mother hasn’t always known how to handle her emotions, and now that your sister has been born and her immune system is so weak, she is even more... difficult.” He smiles at me. “It will go away once your sister is healthy again. I promise, but for now, just remember that if she comes off angry, to find a safe place and stay there until her temper calms down.” “Yes daddy.” I nod in understanding at him, “I hope it stops soon.” With a sigh my father and I reach the edge of the forest and make our way to the car. After getting in and buckling our seat belts, my father started the car and we pulled off, headed back towards our house. “Can we get ice cream before we go home?” I asked from the back seat. “Of course, sugar plum.” My father smiles at me from the rear-view mirror. When he gets ready to pull into the ice cream shop, his phone rings, he answers and puts it on speaker. “WHERE THE f**k ARE YOU AND THAT BRAT?!” My mother screeches through the phone. “We are on our way to the house. We were taking our weekend hike and time got away from me dear.” My father's tone is even and calm like it always is when my mother is confrontational. “One of these days neither of you are going to make it back here and I won’t be sad, always leaving me here to run off and do whatever the hell you please. I don’t even know why I try to make this marriage work.” She yells at him again through the phone before hanging up. Sighing my father turns around and looks at me, “I guess we have to skip ice cream today sugarplum, next weekend for sure, okay?” He says to me in a sullen tone. “That’s fine daddy, we can get it next weekend.” I smile at him. “When we get home, go to your room and lock your door. I have a key and will come get you as soon as I have your mother calmed down.” He says matter of factly. I nod my head. *** Little did I know this would be the last time I seen my dad. This would be the memory I’d relive in my dreams every time I dreamt.