Page 160 of Voices

It’s been my punishment.

Maybe this time…

Oh God!

My head snaps up to Conrad at the sound of the lock engaging from the door my father just stepped out of. He licks his lips as he removes his jacket and unbuckles his belt.

No. Not again. I can’t!

As he steps around the desk, I see the tent in pants. My head spins as I start to hyperventilate.

“It’s been a while boy. I’ve been saving this load just for you.”

I dry-heave as he steps closer and grabs my arm, pulling me off the chair. When my legs give out, he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me to the couch. I scream as loud as I can, but of course, no one comes.

“Yes! Scream! You make me harder with every sound you make. And those tears. Fuck me!” He throws me on the couch like I’m a ragdoll. “Time to take back what’s mine!”

I kick out trying to get him off me but he’s too big.

“Please,” I beg, looking up into his black eyes. “Please, you don’t have to do this. I-I’ll learn about the c-company. I’ll do anything. Please don’t do this again,” my voice breaks as fear takes over my body.

“Mmm, I like it when you beg.” He rubs his cock along my shin that he’s sitting on. He leans forward, his putrid breath hitting my nose. “Too bad I don’t listen to little cocksuckers.” He grabs the hem of my hoodie and starts to lift it.

In a rare flare of rage, I pull my fist back as far as it’ll go and punch him in the nose.

“You mother fucker!” he yells, holding his bleeding nose.

I try to wiggle out from under him while he’s distracted but I’m not strong enough. His bloody hand wraps around my throat in the next second, cutting off all oxygen.

“You’re gonna pay for that, boy,” he snarls.

I try kicking him off but it’s no use. The edges of my vision start turning black as he takes off his tie with his other hand.

As I’m about to pass out, he removes his hand, flips me to my stomach, tying my hands together. I gasp for air at the same time I try to scream.

No. No. No.

I don’t want to be here.

I don’t like this.

I can’t breathe.

Why?

Why me?

What did I do?

Hands are all over me, leaving trails of molten lava on my skin. Then my pants are gone along with my boxer briefs. I’m so cold but burning up at the same time.

“Nice and loose for me. Guess that hockey player was good for something after all.” A deep chuckle hits my ears. “No need for lube either.”

I try to scream but nothing comes out. I try to move but my body is paralyzed in fear.

I can’t move.

Can’t…breathe.

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