FATE

CHAPTER 5

WORNING!!! THERE IS s****l ABUSE, r**e, AND BRUTALITY IN THIS CHAPTER. BE ADVISED READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

I grabbed the trash in my room and then followed my mother to the kitchen. She got a glass of water, then went to her room. I sat the trash down in the corner and went to the fridge. There were 3 cases of beer at the bottom. I didn't look too long. I just grabbed the supplies I needed to make their breakfast and closed it. I'd decided to go with fried egg sandwiches, so I got eggs, mayo, butter and tomatoes. Then I went to the panty to grab bread. I got a pan, knife, and spatula, then I got to work on making everything. First, I turned on the oven to warm so it wouldn't get cold as I made it. I turned it up by 10 degrees so it was guaranteed to be hot. Then I buttered the bread and put it on the pan to cook. While the first sides cooked, I started cutting the tomatoes. I got half way through cutting, then I had to flip the bread. After the bread was flipped, I finished the tomatoes and started the next round of bread. I needed to make six sandwiches, three for my father, two for my mother and one for myself. After putting the bread on, I started mixing my father's eggs with cheese. Then I flipped the bread and started putting mayo on the four that were already done. Then I took the bread off and put the last ones on. I put mayo on the ones I just took off, then I put tomatoes on all of them. I flipped the bread on the stove, and waited for them to finish. When they were done, I took them off and started four eggs, the three with cheese and one plain. While the eggs cooked, I put seasoning on them and then finished the other bread. I put the bread in the oven and put my knife in the sink. Then I went to flip my eggs. Mother likes hers sunny side up, so I took one off, opened the stove and put it on the bread, then I put another egg on and waited for the other three to finish. When they were done, I put them on the bread and put the last one on which would be mine. I took mothers off and then grabbed the pan out of the oven. I put some plates on the counter and then put the sandwiches on the plates. I flipped my egg, turned the heat down and then took their food up to them. I knocked on the door and mother told me to come in. They were both at their table waiting. I walked over to them and sat the plates down in front of them. They both took a bite and father dismissed me. I walked past him and he slapped my ass, telling me I did a good job last night. Then he and mother started laughing. Once I was out the door, a tear slipped down my face. I walked back to the kitchen and put my egg on the bread. It was a little bit burnt but not that bad. When I finished eating, I picked up all the dishes and started washing them. I picked up the knife and just observed it. It was sharp and dangerous. I stared at it and felt satisfied, then I put it down, realizing what I was thinking about and that was not me. After I finished the dishes, I cleaned the counter and swept the floors. I heard a knock at the door and my parents coming down stairs. I stayed in the kitchen so I wouldn't be seen, but then mother came in and told me to come with her. I followed her to my room. When we got there, she told me to get undressed. How was there another person already here for me? I stared at my mother, begging her with my eyes, but she just slapped my face and told me again, to get undressed. I took my clothes off and then she put the chains on me, then she left. When she came back, she had a pack of beer, and she put it on the table next to my bed. Then she picked up my clothes and threw them in the corner. Right after they landed, the door opened and in came father with another man. He looked at me then smiled. Then he looked at the beer, and grabbed one from the box. He turned to my parents and nodded, then they walked out, leaving me and him alone. He opened the beer and drank the entire thing down, then grabbed another and started to undress himself. He told me to get on my knees. Once he was fully undressed, he grabbed another bottle and came over to me. He was holding both bottles in his hands with his c**k hanging out. I took it in my mouth and started bobbing my head while looking at him. He watched me as I sucked and he kept drinking from the first bottle. When he finished it, he threw it on the bed and then grabbed my hair in his hand. He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I started making sounds to keep him satisfied. He poured some beer on my head then drank the rest. He threw the bottle on the bed then held his d**k down my throat. He came hard and then pulled out. He told me to get on the bed as he went to go get the last three bottles. He was starting to get really drunk already. When he came back, he put two bottles on the bed, and started drinking the other one as he entered me. He started slowly, then picked up the pase going hard and fast. He leaned down and took my chest in his mouth, sucking hard. Then he got up and took another taste of his beer. He pulled out and told me to sit up so he could c*m. I got up and he shoved his d**k down my throat as far as he could. He came again and then pulled out a little bit. Now his tip was in my mouth, and he started peeing in my mouth. He said that my parents told him to do it whenever he has to go because he's not allowed to use the bathroom. Then I understood why the other couple kept doing it. I sucked the tip as he emptied himself out. He pushed me on the bed and f****d me again while drinking his last beer. I just stayed there as he did it, looking at the ceiling. He kept going for awhile but then he got done with his beer and threw it down. He kept grunting and making sounds each time he hit me. When he pulled out, I sat back up and took in his c**k. He came for the last time and pulled out enough, only leaving the tip. He told me not to suck, and not to close my mouth entirely because his time was up, and he didn't want to get hard again. Just when he finished, my parents came in, and told him to leave. He put his clothes back on and they followed him out, telling me to get ready for school. I stayed in bed for a minute. I didn't want to move. I just cried while looking at the ceiling. I accidently closed my eyes and fell asleep from exhaustion. I woke up to my father f*****g me again. "You were waiting for me. I'm sorry I took so long you fell asleep but I was glad to come back to you in the right position."he said as soon as opened my eyes. I stayed on the bed as he pumped in and out of me, moaning and telling him thank you. He kept calling me baby and saying I was lucky, but I sure don't feel that way. Once he pulled out of me, I sat up so he could c*m down my throat. He patted my head and said I was a good girl, unlocked my chains, then my mother came in. "Freya, our guests said that you were great and that they wanted to come back. We are so proud of you. Listen, you are not allowed to tell anyone at school. If we here you did, you will never go back and we will lock you in this house. You will not let anyone see your wounds or scars. Do you understand," she asked. I nodded my head slowly so she wouldn't get mad. Then father made his normal promise to kill anyone that tried to help me. They both stood up and walked towards the door. Mother told me to clean up my room and to be ready for school within an hour. Saying it's already nine in the morning and that I'm going to be late for the second class of the day, which starts at ten. Once they left, I got up and grabbed all the beer bottles then put them back in the holder. I grabbed some clothes and went to the shower. I turned the hot water on and got in. A lot of black water hit the ground. I picked up the soap, put it in my hands, then rubbed it all over my body. I scrubbed hard, trying to get the past 48 hours off of me, but I still felt super dirty. I did it 3 times but it did not work. So I gave up and got out because I was running out of time. I put my clothes on and put my clothes on. I looked in the mirror, making sure I was completely covered. I sat in the corner and cried again. I just sobbed trying to figure out why this was happening to me. After crying for a few minutes, I got up and went to my room to grab my school things. I really don't want to go to school, but I know I have to or else I won't get my degree and will end up having to live with my parents forever. The thought of that made me want to die. I started thinking about running again. Where would I go? How would I get there? What happens when I get there? I had all these questions and no way of answering them unless I actually followed through with it, but I'm way too afraid to do that and I probably won't because of it, or maybe I will because of the life I could possibly have if I did. I'm going to run away and see the world. I'm going to live pain free and I'm going to have kids and love them with all my heart. I will never treat them with disrespect or force my body on them. I'll give them the world because they deserve nothing less. Now with excitement, I got up and left my room, heading to the door. I was sure I would escape earlier, but now it's without question I plan to escape and free myself. Before I could open the door, my mother called my name, asking me to come find her. I searched all around the house looking for her, but I could not find her anywhere. I checked her room, the kitchen, the living room, the dining room that they never use, and then the basement. Then I checked my room. I did not expect her to be there but she was. I slowly walked in afraid she would do something, but she just sat on the chair and watched me enter. Then she told me to sit down on the bed. It was still wet from the previous hours, but I sat down anyway because I didn't want to make her mad. She bent down and picked up a small box. It had wrapping paper on it and a bow on the top. It looked like a gift box. She held it out to me and told me to take it. I took it from her hands and just looked at her like she was crazy. My parents have never given me a gift before. In fact, on my birthdays they throw small parties for themselves and celebrate the fact that I'm getting older. They make me serve them as they party their night away. Now that I think about it, they were probably happy to sell my body. I looked down at the box and heard my mother telling me to open it. She said it so warmly and kind and it made me even more scared to open it. I was thinking there would be a bomb so I carefully opened it, holding it out a little bit in case it was a bomb. Once the lid was off , I had seen there was some paper in it so I took it out, only to find a small watch inside, but it was black and thick and didn't really look like a watch because it didn't have an actual screen. I picked it up and examined it. There was a keyhole to unlock and put it on. My mother pulled out the keys and unlocked it. Then she put it on my ankle. She told me it was a tracker and a buzzer. So, if someone tried to take me, they could find me, and if they tried to take it off it would shock them and me. Then she pulled out her phone and hit a button. It shocked my leg and sent pain all the way to my stomach. I screamed from the pain and she started laughing, saying that it's super cool. I nodded my head in pain, agreeing with her. She put the keys back in her pocket then left, telling me to go to school. I sat there for a second when I realized I couldn't run anymore.