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Every time I hear that engine, my chest tightens.
I used to think this was normal, that all stepdads watched you like hawks,
all stepmoms stood silent, eyes down, like servants in their own home.
But then I started talking to people at school, real people.
They said my dad is crazy, controlling, that my mom...
She's weak, a pushover, that no girl should live like this.
And I want to be able to laugh, to flirt, and to let a boy hold my hand
flinching. But how do you learn to be soft when every sound could be
How do you let a guy touch you when the only hands that matter are the ones that
never ask?
He doesn't even say hello, just takes, and I give.
Because if I don't, the silence in this house gets even louder.
What? What did I just say?
Ha.
Welcome home, sweetie.
Hi.
fix it later.
But I sat here yesterday. It's totally fine.
Don't argue with your father. Do as you're told.
And that's your mother's chair. She's going to be sitting there, so maybe you
should just...
I feel it.
Hard.
Thick. Pressing against my thigh.
I want to jump up.
But if I do, what then?
No phone, no friends over, no voice, just silence and punishment.
So I stay, and I let him slide his hand up my leg.
Wow, like he owns the skin, like I deserve it.
He's not just taking my body, he's rewriting my mind.
Because as much as I hate him, As much as I fear him, when he touches me, I
melt. And the worst part, I think I've been waiting for this.
Who are you talking to?
No one, just Rhonda and Kat from school.
You think I don't know what you're doing?
Talking to some boy?
Hoping to get in his path?
What?
Don't you think this situation is sick?
This family is fucked up.
Fucked up? You're a monster.
Monsters don't get you work.
Daddy's...
What do you want me to do?
This is all your fault.
I don't know
Stepmom show you how to suck that cock.
That just takes so long.
You're doing such a good job.
Crazy as cock.
Look how you're taking it.
Yeah,
you like your father's big fat dick, don't you?
Thank you.
That's what you've always wanted
Now you're finally getting what you really want.
You're finally getting your daddy's dick.
Tell your dad you love his dick.
Yeah,
you love that fucking cock.
Like you mean it.
What do you think? You think her pretty face might earn the fucking load?
Wha - Wha -
Pretty little face. Get down on your knees.
Suck the cum right out of your daddy's dick.
sloppy little mouth.
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