Hermosa's Regret

Chapter4:The rough journey

"Hermosa. My baby."

She recognized the voice even though it'd been months since she last heard it. It sounded soft and carried much warmth as always. Even without having to look, she knew who it was yet she didn't just look over her shoulder but made a full turn to face her.

"Mother?" She asked as if in doubt "Yes baby." Came the reply.

She looked around and was stunned to find no one else except just the both of them and a seemingly infinite whiteness. "Where are we?" She asked and with a released grip on her reservations continued, "Am I dead?"

"Look around you. What do you think?" She asked.

Hermosa craned her neck to stare as far as her eyes could allow her. "Maybe." She replied then with a worried expression on her face, quizzed, "Would the pain end from here on? Is it all peace and smiles here? I see it in your eyes. There is this soft calm in them that soothes me more than you ever could while on the other side and with that jerk of a man who thinks himself to be my stepfather only in title."

She smiled. "Yes, you are right. Indeed, there is no pain where I am but then, it takes a long journey to get there and you're not up for it yet. For now, you need pains. Plenty of it because it is the only way to get you alive and breathing." With that said, the floor beneath them crumbled and she fell through it with a loud scream which transcended into reality.

"She's back." Somebody screamed almost immediately and seemed to rush outside to go call company of some sort. She opened her eyes but closed them almost immediately again as a bright ray of sunlight poured into them. A bit more conscious, she squinted and blinked a few times to let them get acquainted with the environment before getting them fully opened again. "Hi. We were scared you're gone. It's nice to have you back again." The same voice from before said as she returned to the room. It was a young girl, only a bit older than her but far more matured undoubtedly. She wore a very short blue jean skirt that ended far above her thighs, only long enough to cover her bum, and with a see-through black fishnet top. Her hair was trimmed along the edges while the grown part was tinted in a bright golden color. She had multiple piercings on her ears, nose and even at the corner of ger eyebrows.

"Who are you? Where am I? How long was I gone?" She whispered and tried to get up from the bed but was quickly restrained. It's not like she even had the will to.

For a reply, her stepfather walked in with an evil grin. "Bonding time is over. Time to take your leave." He ordered the girl who nodded and left immediately. "Back from the dead, I see." He said to her with a little smirk and sat on the bed. "If anything, always remember that I am the reason you are alive. You can say all you want about me but don't you ever forget to also mention that I have been a god to you who gave you breath and a second chance at life. I own your life from this moment and you will only do as I bid you. Am I clear?" He paused and smiled when she nodded. "I own you now. All of you." He said and slowly began touching her. She whimpered when he dipped his hands in her dress and squeezed on her n*****s. "I own all of this." He said and tore off the dress all at once. The same dress she'd gotten as a gift from Malcolm.

"Stop it please." She pleaded when his hand trailed from her breast to her belly and downward, all the way to her panties which he'd not taken off, yet at least.

He frowned almost immediately but that too was replaced by a smile which, though big, she knew was all feigned and forced. "Alright. I will let you have the day off for recovery, but beginning tomorrow, there will be no excuses for you not to start work." He told her and chuckled when she asked what work. "Malcolm. He did pay well for your services, huh?" He quizzed, but his tone suggested it was nothing but an obvious scorn. "I've put you through. It will take only a matter of time before your stock grows, and I get rich from all the profits I'd make. All you have to do is scream as loud as you can. It soothes their ego and proves your authenticity as a fresh product." He told her and got up to leave. "Congratulations, little devil's now a w***e," with an evil grin.

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