'mazz, could you come help me in here?'
mazzilliu groaned and shouted back: 'What?!' No response. She rolled her eyes; she would need to get up and find out what her father wanted. She quickly typed 'BRB, i love u' into the chat client and minimised it before dejectedly rising from her desk and making for her bedroom door.
Didn't her father know how busy she was? she thought frustratedly to herself. She had been in the middle of a very private conversation with her boyfriend Stampert, and she smiled a little thinking of how very turned on she had made him by describing in length what she was going to do to him the next time she had the chance. She scowled, remembering that her annoying father had gotten in between her and her satisfaction, once again. She slipped on her pink bunny bathrobe before unlocking and opening the door.
'What?!' she shouted, leaning out of her bedroom doorframe. She did nothing to mask her annoyance or frustration in the tone of her voice, and made certain she was loud enough for her father to hear.
'mazzy, could you give me a hand in the basement?' was the reply.
'Why don't you get someone else? I'm busy!' she screamed back.
'No one else is home, could you please come down here and help me?'
Defeated, she scowled as she stomped her way to the basement door. It was open. 'Sweetie, could you close the door? I don't want your family to know what's happening in here,' her father's voice said from somewhere nearby. She rolled her eyes and obeyed. 'and lock it too?' he added after hearing the door close.
'Are you working on some sort of secret?' she said, perking up. 'A... Christmas present you don't want them to know about?' she said coyly as she playfully glided down the stairs to the basement. She had barely stepped off the last step when everything turned black.
She woke up a fraction of a second later on the ground, her head pounding and a deafening ringing in her ears. She grimaced, too shocked to start crying. Fresh, stabbing pains came as she clenched her jaw - it was broken. She brought her hands to her face, protecting herself instinctively, just in time to receive a hard kick to her stomach.
It knocked the wind out of the girl, and she looked up at the towering, menacing figure of her father looming over her, casting his shadow over her in the gloomily-lit basement. She gawked at him lamely with bulging eyes, unable to muster enough breath to speak. 'You dirty slut!' true enjoyment roared, rolling her over with a nudge of his boot. 'Whore!' he cursed, spitting on her.
A terrible realisation dawned on the girl - the dread and guilt she felt choked her. She began to sob, holding her broken jaw to her face with both hands. As she sobbed, she choked on her own blood and spit, unable to swallow properly. true enjoyment bent down and grabbed mazzilliu by her pink bathrobe, now covered in grey dust on one side and flecked with blood. He dragged the convulsing girl a few feet away from the stairwell, into the open. He knelt next to her, pulling her close by her bathrobe. 'You're a filthy harlot!' he screamed in her face, bits of spittle flying from his mouth onto his daughter.
‘A filthy harlot!’ he repeated, punctuating his hateful remark with a vicious punch which fractured mazzilliu’s jaw further. She jerked in his grasp and went limp as the pain overcame her.
She awoke to a rhythmic nudging, untold minutes later, with no recollection at all of what had just happened. Her senses came to her slowly, groping through the fog as they ponderously gathered about her. She was draped over the workbench, and her jaw hurt fiercely. She thoughtfully tried to bring a hand to her face to inspect her wounds and lift herself off the workbench with the other arm, to look behind her and find the source of this curious nudging. A heavy weight pinned her down, hard, frustrating her attempt. The ringing in her ears began to fade away, and she began to hear a man’s voice grunting in time with the nudging.
‘You dirty slut,’ the voice said amusedly, ‘you were wet when you came down here!’ it whispered hoarsely, intimately, from close behind her ear. 'Thinking about Stampert again, you filthy whore?' She smelled the beer on the voice’s breath. The nudging became more urgent, more forceful, and suddenly, mazzilliu felt her father twitch inside her, shooting thick ropes of his seed deep into her. At this moment, the memories flooded back to her, and she knew what was happening, and what had happened.
She opened her mouth to cry, and a thick stream of blood, saliva and teeth poured out. She began to cry, convulsing and sobbing, because her father had abused her, had just raped her, just like when she was young. She cried because she was helpless, frustrated that she had believed his smiles, believed that terrible chapter was behind them, most of all that she had forgiven him. Her sobbing was cut short by a swift smack to the back of her head which jammed her jaw into the workbench, dazing her. true enjoyment grabbed the beer bottle next to his daughter and jammed it in her, fumbling with his fingers to pry her open, violating her with its full length.
‘You don’t think I know what you’ve been up to, mazz?’ true enjoyment said, his voice dripping with the power he felt. ‘That you and your little boyfriend Stampert have been sneaking off at late hours?’ he continued. mazzilliu was thrown off the workbench like a piece of meat, onto the hard poured-concrete floor. Still dazed, she could not understand let alone resist what was happening. ‘You think you’re going to tell him what a horrible man your father is? You think he’s going to save you?’ he said, the anger in his voice rising. He rolled her over. ‘Well you’re wrong!’ he shouted, laughing a bit. He knelt down beside her, looking away from the mess of his daughter, bleeding out of its nose and mouth. ‘I’m going to fix it so no man will ever love you again. You belong to me,’ he whispered to her, fully confident. His tone promised what she knew the future held for her, and what would happen if she resisted.
‘You belong to me!’ true enjoyment roared as he stood up. He stamped hard on her stomach, shattering the glass bottle inside mazzilliu. Her daze broke there suddenly, and she screamed for the first time. He stomped on her again, laughing, ‘Let’s see Stampert love you now!’ as his daughter doubled over, clawing at the terrible fire inside her. Blood and bits of glass drooled out of her as he knelt down next to her again, and she stared at him with fearful, tear-filled eyes, drinking in every detail of the horrible moment. The last thing she heard before she was overcome by the pain was her father's terrible whisper: 'I'm going to fuck you 'till you love me.'
