πLove shouldnβt feel like drowning, but heβs the only one who can save her.
β€οΈ Synopsis. In his eyes, she was never just a daughterβshe was a possession, a fragile masterpiece, he would destroy the world to keep as his alone.
β‘ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
β‘ Pairing. Yandere! Stepfather x Fem. Reader
β‘ Novella. Paternal Privilege – Part 5
β‘ Word Count. 5,575
β‘ TW. dom + top yandere, incest, non-con, rape, psychological manipulation, physical and mental conditioning, toxic relationships, possessiveness, social isolation, dacryphilia, choking / breath play, face slapping, slight physical assault and violence, mature language, daddy kink, grooming, DDLG, branding, slight blood play, bondage, BDSM, non con photography and filming, forced relationship and marriage, orgasm control, semi-public sex, fisting
The days turn into weeks, the weeks into months, and before you know it, the yearly anniversary of your “wedding” is upon you.
Life with your stepfather, now husband, has become a twisted routine of degradation and abuse, one that you’ve grown accustomed to in a way that makes you feel sick to your stomach.
You’ve become his personal fucktoy, at his beck and call whenever he desires release.
Your body has grown used to the constant invasion, your mind numb to the endless barrage of degrading names and painful touches. The collar around your neck is a constant reminder of your servitude, a symbol of the bond that keeps you trapped in this hellish existence.
You find yourself leaning into his touches, craving the slightest hint of affection, even if it’s wrapped in his twisted brand of love.
You start to show genuine affection towards him, your mind desperately seeking any shred of human connection in this abyss of abuse.
As the year progresses, you begin to perform your duties as his submissive wife with a disturbing eagerness, your body responding to his commands almost instinctively.
Each time he uses you, you feel a mix of pain and a strange sense of fulfillment, as if your sole purpose in life is to satisfy his carnal desires.
He notices the change in your demeanor and uses it to his advantage, pushing the boundaries even further. He takes you in every imaginable way, at every opportunity, turning every room in the house into a playground for his sadistic whims. The nights are long and filled with his rough, demanding fucking, and the days are spent in a haze of pain and pleasure.
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One evening, as you lay sprawled out on the bed, your body aching and bruised from his latest “session,” he surprises you with a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice almost tender. It’s a stark contrast to the harsh words and violent thrusts you’ve become accustomed to, and it catches you off guard.
You look up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of the monster you know lurks beneath the surface.
But all you find is a man who seems⦠satisfied.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmur, the words slipping out of your mouth before you can stop them.
His eyes light up, and he smiles, a genuine smile that makes your heart race with a mix of fear and hope.
As you whisper your forced affection, he takes it as genuine, his smile growing even wider. “Say it again,” he commands, his grip on you tightening slightly.
“Say you love me.”
You hesitate, the words feeling foreign and wrong on your tongue, but the fear of his anger is stronger than your will to resist.
“I love you, Daddy,” you murmur, your voice shaking slightly.
His eyes light up, and he leans down to kiss you, his mouth claiming yours in a way that makes you feel both terrified and oddlyβ¦cherished.
His tongue pushes past your lips, tasting the sweetness of your submission, the bitterness of your defeat. His hands roam over your body, his touch no longer cruel but almost loving, a stark contrast to the violent abuse you’ve grown accustomed to.
You lay there in his arms, feeling his warmth and strength, and for a fleeting moment, you almost believe that this is what love feels like.
But the collar around your neck is a cold reminder of the truthβthis isn’t love, it’s a prison of fear and manipulation.
His hands start to wander lower, his fingers finding the dampness between your legs. “You’re so wet,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.
“You can’t resist me, can you?” He starts to rub your clit, his movements slow and deliberate, building the tension within you until you’re trembling beneath his touch.
You try to push him away, your body betraying you as your arousal grows, but he’s too strong, his dominance, too in your head.
As your stepfather’s fingers dance over your clit, you feel your body respond with a shiver of pleasure despite the horror of your situation.
You try to fight it, to cling to the last shreds of your dignity, but it’s no use.
The months of conditioning have turned you into a creature of his desires, eager to satisfy the monster that holds you captive.
You moan into his mouth, your hips rising to meet his hand as he teases and torments you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
The collar around your neck feels like a noose, tightening with every beat of your pulse, a constant reminder of who you belong to.
“Look at you,” he says, pulling away from the kiss to gaze down at you. “So eager for your Daddy’s cock.”
His voice is a mix of amusement and triumph, and you hate him for it, even as your body arches towards him.
He slides two fingers inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit as he starts to pump in and out.
The sensation is overwhelming, and you can’t help but whimper, your eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes,” he barks, his grip on your chin tight. “Look at me when you come for me.”
You do as you’re told, staring up at him as he continues to fuck you with his hand. The room swims around you, the only anchor being his cruel, demanding gaze.
“Tell me,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, “who owns you?”
“You do, Daddy,” you reply, the words slipping out despite the bile rising in your throat.
“That’s right,” he says, his voice a dark caress.
“You’re mine, my little bitch.” He withdraws his hand, leaving you feeling empty and exposed.
“Now, let’s get ready for our anniversary dinner. I’ve got a special outfit for you to wear.”
But, you hold onto his sleeve, your stepfather looks down at you with a mix of surprise and amusement.
He’s used to your obedience, but the hint of desperation in your eyes is something new, something he finds intriguing.
He raises an eyebrow, his smile turning into a smug smirk. “What’s wrong, my little pet?” he asks, his voice thick with mock concern. “Don’t you want to get dressed for our special night?”
You bite your bottom lip, trying to find the words to express the maelstrom of emotions inside you. “Iβ¦I just need a moment,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Please, Daddy⦔ The word slips out again, and you hate yourself for how easily it rolls off your tongue.
He chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with excitement at your sudden display of neediness. “What is it, my sweet bitch?” He asks, his voice dripping with patronizing affection. “You know you can’t keep me waiting.”
You swallow hard, trying to push down the rising tide of desperation. “I justβ¦I want to be good for you,” you admit, your voice small and trembling. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Your stepfather’s smirk widens at your plea, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
He knows exactly what you’re asking forβwhat you need.
After a moment’s consideration, he leans down and whispers in your ear, “As much as I’d love to give you what you want right now, my whore, we have a dinner to attend. But I promise you,” he says, his voice a seductive purr, “you won’t be disappointed later.”
His hand moves to the base of your throat, gently squeezing, reminding you of his power and control. “Now, get dressed,” he says, releasing you. “You know what I expect of you.” He kisses you once again.
As your stepfather’s lips move against yours, you feel your body respond despite the horror of the situation.
Your hands come up to his chest, not to push him away but to hold onto him, to keep him close as his tongue explores your mouth. His touch is firm but not painful, a stark contrast to the brutal grip he usually has on you.
His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer, grinding his hard cock against your stomach. You whimper into the kiss, your own desire for his attention overwhelming your sense of self-preservation.
When he finally pulls away, you’re left gasping for air, your eyes glazed with a mix of fear and longing. “You’re such a good slut,” he says, his voice filled with a warmth that you know is a lie.
“Always eager to please your Daddy.” He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick. “But we can’t have you looking like a prostitute at dinner, can we?”
Your stepfather leads you to the walk-in closet, a space you haven’t seen in what feels like an eternity.
It’s filled with an array of clothes, lingerie, and shoesβall selected by him for occasions just like this.
Your heart races as he sifts through the racks, finally choosing a tight, low-cut dress that leaves little to the imagination. The fabric is a shimmering red, a color that feels more like a brand than a celebration of your beauty.
“Here,” he says, holding the dress out to you. “This will do nicely.”
You take it with trembling hands, feeling the soft material against your skin, a stark contrast to the roughness of the towels and bed sheets you’re used to.
“Go on,” he urges, his eyes never leaving yours. “Put it on and show me how much you want to be my perfect little whore for tonight.”
You swallow the bile rising in your throat and nod, slipping into the dress with shaky hands.
The fabric clings to your body like a second skin, the cut so low that you feel exposed, vulnerable.
He watches you with a predatory gaze, his hands stroking the collar around your neck. “Look in the mirror,” he instructs, his voice a low growl. “See how beautiful you are for me.”
You turn to the full-length mirror, the reflection showing a woman who looks nothing like the girl you used to be. The collar gleams against your skin, a stark reminder of your new reality.
You force a smile, trying to convince yourself that this is what you want.
He steps up behind you, his hands sliding over your shoulders, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re so obedient,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of your spine. “So eager to be my breeding bitch.”
His words send a shiver down your spine, but you can’t deny the dark thrill that runs through you at his praise. He reaches around and cups your breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin material. You gasp, your body reacting against your will.
“But before we go,” he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone, “you need to understand something.”
He turns you to face him, his grip on your shoulders unyielding.
His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of defiance. “You’re mine,” he says, his voice a low growl. “
And you will not look at, talk to, or touch any other man without my permission. Do you understand?” You nod, your voice a barely audible whisper. “Say it,” he commands, his eyes narrowing.
“I’m yours,” you repeat, the words feeling like a noose tightening around your neck.
“I won’t look at, talk to, or touch any other man without your permission.”
He nods, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “Good girl,” he praises, his grip on your shoulders loosening slightly.
“Now, let’s get you ready.” He leads you to a chair in front of a vanity, the same chair where he’s forced you to perform countless times before.
But tonight, the vanity is set with an array of makeup and hair products, a stark reminder that you’re going out into the world again.
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Your stepfather’s eyes light up at your compliance, and he can’t resist the urge to show you off in public.
He leads you to the car, his hand possessively gripping the ring attached to your collar, a constant reminder of your status.
As he opens the door, you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and anticipation.
The interior of the car is filled with memories of your first encounters, each crevice holding the echoes of your screams and tears.
Once inside, he starts the engine, the rumble of power beneath you mirroring the power he holds over you.
You’re aware of his eyes on you, watching your every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The drive is tense, the air thick with unspoken expectations.
You sit quietly, trying to compose yourself, but the knowledge of what’s to come makes your stomach churn.
Suddenly, he pulls the car over to the side of the road, the headlights piercing the darkness outside.
“Time for a little surprise,” he says, his voice thick with excitement.
Before you can react, he’s reached over, unbuckling your seatbelt, and pulling you onto his lap.
The car seat is too small, your legs draped over the center console, but he doesn’t seem to care about your discomfort.
His hand slides up your thigh, under the dress, finding your panties. You stifle a gasp as he rips them away, the fabric tearing easily in his strong grip.
But you lean into your stepfather’s embrace, your body responds despite your conflicted thoughts.
He smirks, his hand sliding up to your neck to grip the collar tightly, reminding you of your place.
You feel a strange mix of fear and arousal as he pulls you closer, his other hand reaching up to fondle your breasts, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak of your nipples.
You moan despite yourself, the sound muffled by his mouth as he kisses you deeply, his tongue probing your mouth as if to claim it as his own.
He shifts you on his lap, spreading your legs wider, the leather of the car seat sticky with your desire.
His hand moves between your thighs, his fingers sliding into your wet folds. You can’t help but push against his touch, silently begging for more. “Look at you,” he says, pulling away to stare into your eyes. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”
His words are like a slap in the face, but they only serve to make you wetter, your body betraying you once again.
Your stepfather’s hand withdraws from your pussy, and you feel a pang of disappointment.
But you know what he’s about to do, and a shiver of fear and anticipation runs down your spine.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of lubricant, squeezing a generous amount onto his fist.
You watch in the dim light of the car, a mix of terror and fascination in your eyes as he coats his hand and forearm in the slick substance.
His grip on your collar tightens, and he says, “You’re going to take all of me, little slut. Every inch.”
You nod, your voice trembling, “Yes, Daddy. I’ll take whatever you give me.”
He chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure. “That’s my good whore.” With his lubricated hand, he starts to rub your clit, building up your arousal.
Despite the fear, you can’t help but moan, your body responding to his touch like it’s been programmed to do so. He takes his time, watching your reactions in the mirror, his smile growing as you squirm on his lap.
“You’re such a little whore,” he murmurs, his voice a sweet torment that sends shivers down your spine. “You love it when Daddy makes you feel good, don’t you?”
You nod, unable to form coherent words as he slides one, two, then three fingers into your pussy, stretching you open. The sensation is almost too much, the pleasure mingling with the pain as he prepares you for what’s to come. His thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep you on edge, making you whimper and arch your back.
“You’re my wife, my sex slave,” he says, his voice a dark promise. “And everyone will see just how much you crave it.”
With a final twist of his wrist, he pulls his fingers out, and you feel the cold, lubricated touch of his hand against your entrance.
You tense up, your mind screaming at you to fight, but your body remains limp and compliant.
He presses his fist slowly, the pressure building as he breaches you, inch by inch. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your eyes watering as he stretches you beyond what you thought was possible.
“Relax,” he whispers, his voice a sibilant hiss. “Take it all.”
You do as he says, trying to focus on the heady mix of pain and pleasure.
His hand is so large, so powerful, that you feel consumed by it. Your pussy stretches to accommodate his fist, and your body starts to shake with the effort of holding back your screams.
The car’s windows are foggy with your breath, the only sound the slick, wet noises of his hand moving within you.
He watches your flushed sweaty face, his eyes hooded with desire as he pumps his fist in and out, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through your body.
As you give in to your stepfather’s sadistic play, your moans and screams fill the car’s small cabin, the sound of his fist sliding in and out of you echoing through the night.
Your body, trained by his cruel hands, responds in a masochistic symphony of pain and pleasure.
The sensation of being so fully filled, so utterly used, sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core, and you find yourself riding his fist with a desperation that you never knew existed within you.
The leather of the collar presses into your skin, a constant reminder of your submission, as you throw your head back and let the wave of sensations wash over you.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. “Take Daddy’s fist, you dirty bitch.” His words are like a drug, pushing you closer to the edge of climax despite the pain.
Your nails dig into the leather of the seat, leaving small crescents of white in your palms as you try to ground yourself amidst the chaos of emotions.
The car’s dashboard lights cast an eerie glow over the scene, highlighting the sweat on your skin and the feral hunger in his eyes.
As your stepfather pulls out his fist, you feel a moment of emptiness that’s quickly filled by the blunt, thick head of his cock pressing against your swollen, stretched pussy. He’s rock hard, his arousal evident as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance.
With a triumphant grin, he pushes into you, his massive girth filling you up in a way that makes you scream out his name.
The pain is intense, a stark contrast to the pleasure of his fist, but your body has been primed for this moment, and you take him with surprising ease.
His grip on your neck tightens, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches his cock disappear into you.
Your stepfather’s cock stretches you wide, each inch a testament to his power and dominance. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure, your body reacting to his intrusion with a series of intense orgasms that leave you trembling and gasping for air.
Each time you cum, his grip on your neck tightens, his own pleasure evident in the way his hips buck and his breath hitches. He fucks you hard and fast, his cock hitting deep inside you, the friction against your g-spot driving you wild.
Your body betrays you, responding to his abuse with a wanton pleasure that makes you feel even more degraded. The car’s leather seats creak with the force of his thrusts, and the smell of sex fills the air.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice a rough growl. “Cumming for Daddy. You love it when I make you feel worthless.”
His words cut through the fog in your brain, a stark reminder of your degradation.
Yet, you can’t stop your hips from moving, can’t stop your body from begging for more. Your orgasms come one after the other, a relentless cascade that leaves you feeling used and empty.
He watches your face darkly, the hunger in his eyes growing as you lose yourself to the pleasure-pain. He starts to thrust harder, his cock pounding into you like a jackhammer.
You can feel the beginnings of bruises forming on your inner thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass a steady rhythm that matches your racing heart. The car’s engine purrs beneath you, the only other sound the wet, slopping noises of his cock driving into your pussy.
Each thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, and you know it won’t be long before you shatter again. “You’re going to cum for me,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to scream my name, and you’re going to love it.”
You do as he says, your body a puppet to his will. With a guttural cry, you cum, your pussy spasming around his cock.
He groans, his grip on your neck tightening even further, the pressure making stars dance in your vision. “Again,” he demands, his voice harsh. “Cum again.”
And so you do, your body betraying you once more. The orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and helpless.
But he’s not satisfied; his thrusts grow more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. “You’re mine,” he snarls, his teeth grazing your ear. “Forever and always.”
You can feel his cock swell inside you, the pressure building until it’s almost too much to bear.
And then, with a final roar, he cums, filling you with his seed. The feeling is overwhelming, and you collapse against him, your body limp with exhaustion.
For a moment, there’s almost a tenderness in his embrace as he cradles your head against his chest. “Good bitch,” he whispers, his voice a dark caress. “You’re such a good little whore for Daddy.”
He leans back, his cock still buried deep inside you, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax.
The collar around your neck feels tighter than ever before, a stark symbol of the power he holds over you. His arms wrap around your waist, his hands gently caressing the soft, tender skin he’s just marked with his brutal possession.
He whispers in your ear, “I love you, my sex slave.” His voice is a mix of passion and manipulation, but you know there’s a kernel of truth in his wordsβhe loves the control, the way you squirm and moan for him.
You look up at him, your eyes filled with a mix of fear and something elseβdesire. It’s a toxic cocktail that fuels the fire of his dominance.
He leans down and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting the remnants of your tears and his own lust. His kiss is both a declaration of victory and a promise of more to come.
You respond, unable to stop yourself from melting into him, even as you know you should be fighting, should be screaming for help.
But you’re too lost in the fog of your own twisted emotions.
Your stepfather’s grip is like iron as he grabs you and tosses you onto the backseat of the car.
The leather is cold and unforgiving against your flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of your body and the sticky residue of his cum still coating your inner thighs.
You land with a gasp, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound that seems obscenely loud in the confined space. He climbs over you, his knees pressing into the leather beside your hips, and you can’t help but stare at his still-hard erection, glistening with your juices.
Your stepfather’s eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and hunger as he watches you lay sprawled out on the backseat.
He knows your body’s responses better than you doβhow it craves his touch, his cock, his cum, even when your mind screams for it to stop.
He leans in, his breath hot and ragged against your cheek, and whispers sweet nothings that make your skin crawl. “You know you love this,” he says, his voice a seductive purr. “You can’t get enough of me raping you, can you?”
His hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing your lower lip in a gesture that’s almost tender if not for the cruel twist of his smile.
Your stepfather’s thick fingers force their way into your mouth, his knuckles grazing your chin as he fucks your face with a brutal enthusiasm. You gag and sputter, your eyes watering, as he pumps his hand in and out, your jaw aching with the effort to keep up.
His other hand is a vice around your throat, the collar a constant reminder of your position as his property. The taste of himβhis sweat, his cumβfills your mouth, making you feel more like an animal than a person.
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, his grip on your throat loosening slightly. You gasp for breath, your eyes watering and your mouth feeling bruised and used.
But before you can protest, he’s spitting into your open mouth, his saliva mixing with the saliva and cum already coating your tongue.
He smirks as he watches you struggle to swallow, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. You feel a mix of disgust and arousal, your body betraying you once again as you moan around his digits.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice a dark whisper. “Swallow it all down for Daddy.” He slams his hand back into your mouth, his fingers fucking you deeper and harder.
You can feel your gag reflex rising, but you fight it down, the need to please him overpowering your instinct to resist.
He starts to move his hand faster, the sounds of your muffled moans and the wet slap of his skin against yours echoing in the enclosed space. His other hand moves down to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down with just enough force to make you squirm.
Your stepfather’s sadistic grin widens as he watches your eyes glaze over with arousal and fear, your body writhing beneath his skilled fingers.
He takes advantage of your distraction, his free hand reaching for the small, portable branding iron hidden in the shadows of the car.
It’s already glowing a fiery red, the heat radiating from it making the very air seem to shimmer.
You’re too lost in the sensations of his thumb circling your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy to notice the impending pain.
“You’re going to love this surprise,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “It’s going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
His hand leaves your throat, and you feel the cold metal of the branding iron against your skin, just above your mound.
You try to jerk away, but his grip on your hair keeps you in place, his other hand still mercilessly fucking your mouth.
You scream hoarsely, the sound muffled by his fist still buried in your mouth. The pain from the brand is unlike anything you’ve ever felt beforeβwhite-hot and searing, it feels like your very soul is being burned.
You arch your back, trying to escape the agony, but his grip on your hair keeps you in place, his eyes watching the brand press into your skin with a sick fascination.
The smell of burning flesh fills the car, mixing with the musky scent of sex and sweat.
As the brand sizzles against you, the pain becomes a crescendo of agony, and your eyes roll back in your head. You can’t help the pathetic tears and whimpers that escape your mouth, your body shaking with sobs.
But instead of pity or remorse, his eyes darken with lust. The pain is his aphrodisiac, and you’re the source of his twisted pleasure.
He pulls the brand away, the metal leaving a smoking imprint on your skin.
The pain is so intense you can’t even process the shapeβyou know it’s something that signifies his ownership, something that will scar you both physically and mentally for life.
You can feel the warmth of your the copious amount of blood trickling down your thighs as he takes a moment to admire his handiwork. “Look what Daddy’s made,” he says, his voice gruff with arousal. “You’re my perfectly branded bitch.”
You look down at your trembling body, your eyes focusing on the fresh brand that marks you as his.
The skin is red and raw, the shape of the brand seared into your flesh forever.
It’s a stark symbol of your degradation, a constant reminder of his ownership and control. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of pain through you, and you can’t help but let out a whimper.
Your stepfather’s mouth crashes against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss.
His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting the salt of your tears and the bitterness of your fear.
His hands roam over your body, his fingers tracing the fresh brand, his pride in his possession evident in every touch. He groans against your lips, his cock swelling with excitement as he feels your tremors of pain.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice a dark symphony of lust and domination. “You’re never going to be rid of me. You’re going to wear this mark with pride, aren’t you, my little bitch?”
He pulls away, his eyes searching yours for any sign of rebellion, but all he finds is a broken spirit and a desperate need for his affection.
Your stepfather’s eyes gleam with perverse pleasure as he looks down at the brand he’s etched into your skin.
The pain is still fresh, and you can feel the branded flesh pulsing with every beat of your heart, a stark reminder of the monster you’re married to. He strokes the red-hot mark gently, his touch sending a new wave of agony through your body. You whimper, trying to pull away, but his grip on your chin is like iron, holding you in place as he admires his handiwork.
“Beautiful,” he says, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. “Look what you’ve become for me.” He presses his thumb against the brand, eliciting a scream that’s muffled by his other hand.
“Do you like it, baby girl?” he asks, his tone mockingly gentle. You shake your head, tears streaming down your face, but the pain only seems to excite him more.
With a sadistic chuckle, he reaches for the camera again, capturing the moment of your branding. The flash burns your retinas, but you don’t dare look away from his cold, calculating gaze.
“Let’s get a good shot of this,” he says, his eyes on the camera’s screen as he snaps picture after picture. “We’ll have to make sure to take some more at home, in better lighting.”
He releases your chin, and you collapse against the seat, your body wracked with sobs.
The pain from the brand is overwhelming, but the emotional torment is even greater.
You hate him for what he’s doing to you, but you hate yourself more for the way your body responds to his touch, for the way your traitorous mind clings to the hope of his love.
Your stepfather’s words, “I love you, my wife,” are like a knife twisting in your soul.
Despite the pain and humiliation, the deepest, darkest part of you craves his love, his acceptance.
His voice is like a siren’s call, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, seeking comfort in the monster’s embrace.
He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he takes the camera and snaps a few more photos of your tear-stained face, your branded body laid bare for his enjoyment.
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