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Cold. It was all I felt at the moment and I was anything but irritated at the feeling. I sat up and stared at the world around me. I was laying in the middle of somewhere, but it felt like time was going nowhere.
Everything around me seemed to be brighter clearer. I felt the air around me and all the minuscule dust in the air I could feel it run across my skin. Everything was clear now. All my senses felt new. I felt new.
I felt a stinging sensation in the side of my neck and my hand instinctively raised to touch it. I pulled back my hand and I was mortified to see that it was covered in blood. Before I could scream out in horror a hand covered my mouth and the world was once again dark.
I couldn’t remember a thing while I was awake but suddenly every memory I’ve ever had was vivid in my brain as if I was reliving it.
I remembered my own birth down to the smell of the hospital room. I even remembered my own death down to the person who caused it.
It happened on a night like any other. My father had come home drunk as he always has since my mother left. “Welcome home father.” I put my head down avoiding eye contact because as my father said ‘a piece of shit like me doesn’t deserve to even look at him’.
He pushed passed me roughly and walked away to the kitchen. I followed slowly after him waiting for him to take his seat at the head of the table. “Father is it okay if I sit?” He chuckled darkly. “No you may not my friends are coming over.”
My entire world fell off a cliff the second my father said that. “Oh okay yes-s sir. I will be going to bed now.” He waved me off and looked down at his phone.
When I arrived to my room I locked the door and slid down it onto my knees and sobbed. I knew there was a reason why my father hadn’t hit me yet. He was waiting for his friends to do it for him.
There was suddenly a very loud knock on the door. “You piece of shit go answer the door.” I walked out of my room and down the stairs to go do as my father asked of me. I opened the door and allowed in My father’s two best friends.
“Mmm you look amazing Leah as always.” Jasper my fathers oldest friend had always creepily fetishized me and my underaged body. He grabbed me by my wrist while the other guy Timothy walked into the kitchen to see my father.
"Let me go Jasper." I struggled against his tight grasp. He pushed me and my small figure against the wall gripping me by the throat. "Now now Leah talking will only irritate me shut up and take the attention I'm giving you."
He grabbed my shirt ripping it off of my body. At this point tears were running down my face. "Please stop." I choked on a sob and my words because nothing was coming out over his tight grip. He slapped me across the face and removed his belt.
"What did I tell you about talking huh whore?" He pushed me to the floor and started whipping me with his belt. "Don't. You. Ever. Talk. Back." I sat there curled in a ball sobbing until he stopped.
"Leah did you know that even all beat up you still are unexpicably attractive." He picked me up and dragged me to the bathroom. I fought against him knowing what was coming. Knowing who and what awaited me on the other side of that door.
That night my father and his friends all took turns raping me and hitting me until I was black and blue. They all put their disgusting seed in different parts of my body. I could still taste my fathers in my mouth it was probably the most horade thing I've ever experienced.
