Who Even Knows

Chapter 2 Father

"Shhhh.... Come to daddy. Be a good girl."

Tears stung Erabella's eyes as she struggled against enormous sweaty hands in the dark. She hadn't meant to fall asleep without securing her bedroom door. What had happened?

Anger kicked in, teeth gnashing, she struggled to scream against fat fingers. She spit, wriggled, bit and strained to scream with the brutal giant holding her down, forcing himself in all of her places.

Those were private. Sacred. This wasn't supposed to happen. It went against nature. A father and daughter didn't do such horrid things.

He'd come the wrong night sooner or later. Someday, she would taste him in the way she wanted instead of the way he insisted.

Era opened her mouth to scream as his fingers slipped off her drool covered lips. No luck. She felt dry material fill her mouth. A leather belt looped her hands, binding them to her most hated headboard.

His blood on her tongue. She blocked out what was happening with the twisted fantasy. She would catch him, rip him to shreds, feast on his blood and drink in his eternal silence. She would have her turn. She would. She would love every bloody second of it.