Childhood Nightmare
***Trigger Warning*** She can’t move. She was young again, in her childhood bed. A bed that her father should not have frequented like he did. She was trapped and unable to move. She tried to kick her legs out, but they won’t respond. Her arms are too heavy, and her mouth won’t open to let a scream out. Instead, she’s frozen. Absolutely useless. She feels his hot breath on her face, like every time before, she feels his weight press her uncomfortably into her bed. Bile rises in her throat as she feels his rough hands slide up her thighs. Scratching her tender skin with his callouses. She tried to let herself throw up, to spew in his face, and all over herself. She wouldn’t care about cleaning it up. As long as it stopped him. But no merciful vomit came. Her limp childish
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