Page 18 of Thorns Laced In Blood

“Say it,” he said as his teeth grazed my collarbone, pushing himself into me until his pelvis touched mine. “Tell Daddy, thank you.”

He released my thighs and gripped my pillow as he started to fuck me. It wasn't his usual vicious thrusts. They were long and slow, each movement hitting me deep inside.

“Oh, yes. Take your Daddy’s cock. My good girl,” he moaned, thrusting harder. “You love your Daddy, don't you?”

I sobbed as I enjoyed the feel of him inside of me. The ceiling cracks blurred through my tears. For one fractured second, they formed my father’s face, disappearing as the devil’s shadow swallowed the light.

He drove back inside me in a harsh thrust that made me scream out in pain. Not physical pain. I was beyond that. The sound of the springs cried, and the bed frame creaked, but he drove into me over and over again, setting a harsh, punishing rhythm. Despite myself, the blossom of pleasure continued to grow.

“Say it, little girl. Say you love your Daddy,” he growled into my ear.

Somewhere deep inside me, a little girl wailed for a man who couldn’t save her anymore.

“Your cunt is already fluttering around me. If you don't say it, I will fuck your arsehole with no lube. We both know how bloody that gets. Say it,” he ranted, forcing me to look at him.

“I love you, Daddy,” I sobbed, giving everything up in those words.

The devil stopped moving but began to chuckle until he laughed and wrapped his fingers around my neck.

“Now cum on your Daddy’s cock,” he commanded, squeezing my throat until I struggled to breathe.

His hips moved back, and he slammed into me. He forced himself deeper and deeper. I could feel him pumping his hips. Thrusting in and out. Forcing my body to accept him. The dull pain as he bumped deep inside of me was nothing compared to the pain from the remnants of my heart shattering.

I howled and wailed as I came, clenching around his cock, but he continued to pound into me. A rushing sound filled my ears as everything turned white before it went black, but not before I heard his triumphant roar as he poured himself into me.

“Daddy loves you.”

Chapter 11

Maeve

23 Years Old

He placed the pill on my tongue and handed me his glass of whiskey to chase it down. I took a large gulp of it before passing it back. He took a sip from it but kept his eyes on me. They flickered briefly on my lips.

“Some of Daddy’s friends are coming tonight. You will make them so happy,” he said, rubbing my nipple.

“I will, Daddy,” I said with a smile. “The pill always helps.”

“I know it does,” he said. “These are special friends, so make sure you do everything they ask you to do.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said before hesitating. “You won't be here?”

“No, I won’t. Daddy has some work to do,” he said before he pushed me off his lap and onto the bed. “Be a good girl for them.”

I watched his back as he left the room before crawling under the bed to keep chipping away at the ever-growing hole beneath it. Every day, I added a little dirt and pieces of rubble in the waste bin since it was always taken by the liner, and he never inspected it.

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These men were different. It was rare to get a whole group of men who reminded me of the original devil. Good old dad was still playing games. Five bare-chested men piled through the door. One of them moved the table close to the bed and placed a bag beside it.

My room had been upgraded with a wardrobe since Master decided I needed more clothes when I fell ill one winter. There wasn’t room for all the men’s clothes, so it made sense that they removed most of them upstairs. It took me a while to get over what he did. The irony was that having Bear with me helped ease my loneliness. The sick bastard enjoyed me acting like a child when he went into deep ‘Daddy’ mode.

They all wore expensive trousers and shoes. Their ages ranged from mid-thirties to forties. If I didn’t know better, Master was either prostituting me, or these were his business clients. The drink and coke came out. My fake smile almost slipped when I saw the quantities. A pile of condoms were next. Three of the men walked toward me, blocking my view. Two of them began to unfasten their trousers. The third one crouched down and slapped my breasts. When I didn’t react, he smiled.

“Athill was right. This one will be able to take everything we give her,” he murmured before he scowled.

“No names, dickhead,” one of the men removing his trousers said.

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