Page 46 of Like Fathers, Like Son
Dad Dory surprised me by laughing.
“You mean she’s not getting to see you being forced into sex by another man, so that somehow affects how she feels about you? Trust me, that wasn’t planned, nor did I expect it to make your mother like me more. I think she got off on it right from the start.”
“Oh, she definitely did. That filthy little minx was always wet as hell after I’d fucked you,” dad Gray said, laughing even as I groaned and covered my ears. They never used to talk about this stuff with me, but since I’d decided on following in their footsteps, I guess they’d decided we’d somehow opened the door to this shit.
“Please don’t tell me stuff like that, dads.”
They caught each other’s eye and grinned.
“You’re a grown up now, Blaze. You’re the result of what happened right here in this house, before your mother was even fully on board with being with us. It’s gone full circle.”
“It’s fucking biblical, Dory.”
My dads… suddenly I was wondering if everything I’d done was because I was literally as fucked in the head as they suddenly seemed to be.
Was I just brutalising a woman because it was possible, and fun, rather than understanding that she maybe didn’t entirely deserve it?
Anneka
I’D CURLED UP IN a ball, wishing I was at least covered up, and when I heard Blaze’s footsteps thundering up the stairs, I winced, squeezing my eyes closed as I braced myself for whatever he was about to do next. He didn’t come into the room though, and I was relieved to hear him run back downstairs again.
What I hadn’t heard were the footsteps of the person now tapping on the door, and easing it open. A blonde head peered around the door, and then Blaze’s damn mother stepped into the room and looked at me with sympathy.
What the hell was she doing here? Was he done with me now? Was she going to free me? Was I saved at last? Were they finally putting a stop to this hell he’d been putting me through?
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Her voice was low and gentle, and she looked like she understood exactly how I was feeling, and maybe she did. She’d been here in this very position, hadn’t she?
“I need help,” I choked out, and she hurried over to the bed, reaching out to draw the covers up, tucking them tightly around me.
“Is he giving you food and drinks? Is he taking proper care of you?” Well, that didn’t sound like she was planning to free me, did it? Was she really not here to rescue me?
“What?” I struggled to sit up; my hands being cuffed to the bed making it really bloody difficult.
“Is he taking proper care of me? Proper care? Well, I don’t know. Is tying me to a bed and raping me ‘proper care’? I mean, I’d say hell no, but then in your family… what is that? Is that just how you say good morning? Is it normal behaviour for you and your evil husbands?”
Wilma sighed, sitting on the bed beside me and reaching for my hand, which I quickly tried to jerk out of her reach.Nobody else was going to fucking touch me without my permission!
“I’m sorry, dear sweet Anneka. I know this probably seems insane, and wrong, and cruel, and so many things. I understand, I really do.”
“And yet you’re not going to free me,” my voice, which wasn’t posing a question at all, was low and ragged, as tears stung my eyes and my throat burned with emotion.
“Blaze isn’t a monster, Anneka. He’s a highly intelligent young man, who’s been through hell along with his siblings, and his pain pushes him to be more aggressive than he’d normally be.”
I glared at her, tugging at the cuffs to make my point; you know, that I was chained to a fucking bed.
“So he’s only raping me because he’s pissed about something? Or maybe he’d rape me gently, if he didn’t have some kind of bug up his ass? He keeps telling me he hates me, and he wants me to suffer because of what I did, but he won’t even tell me what that was!” I was crying, sobbing by this point, so how she understood me, I had no idea.
Wilma caught my hands this time, squeezing them in hers.
“He’s… he loves you, Anneka. He just struggles with the past, but he will come around, and all it might take is-”
“What the fuck!? You’re seriously telling me how to win him over or some shit? This isn’t some cute little dating game! This is me being a kidnap and rape victim, because your son, YOUR FUCKING SON, kidnapped and fucking raped me! Twice! I was a virgin, Wilma, a… a virgin… and he hurt me…”
By this point, I didn’t even think my words were clear enough for her to make out as words at all, but she yelled for her husbands, and suddenly there were footsteps thundering up the stairs, and multiple people were coming here.
More people. Men. Men who raped women.Three rapists stepped into the room, and I started to scream and scream.
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