Page 21 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

“Do you understand now, Daddy? I am not the problem. You are the problem. You are the one who brutally raped your child. I was six years old the first time you forced your pathetic dick in my mouth. I was seven the first time I had a perineal tear because you raped me. I had to have four abortions because of you and your sick fucking desires. So, yeah. I struggled to submit. I was mouthy. I lashed out at people. But I was fucking scared. I was scared of finding out that there were scarier monsters out there than you.”

“Adrian has earned my trust. He has proven that I am safe with him. You forced me into this school, and now, you are just pissed that you will never be able to force me to be your weak little fuck doll again,” I say. “Do you have any other questions, Daddy ?”

“You will regret this, Alania,” Dad threatens with a grave tone.

“I doubt it,” I say with a shrug before turning to Adrian.

“Ready to go?”

“If you are, Master,” I say simply.

“I am. Maybe we can grab some ice cream on the way back to campus,” he says with a sweet smile.

“That would be great, Master. Thank you!” I say happily.

“You’re welcome,” he says before looking up at Brent. “Do you care to walk Alania back to my vehicle?”

“Not a problem,” Brent says, handing me my shirt. I don’t look up at him because I am not ready to talk about what I was made to do to him. I was nineteen. A fucking adult… I should have fought harder for Brent.

I put my shirt on, and Adrian kisses me before Brent leads me out of the club. I say nothing as we walk, and not even when I get into the front passenger seat. Brent squats down beside me and watches for a second.

“Nia,” Brent says gently.

“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully, looking down at my hands.

“For what, sweetie?” he asks, keeping his voice gentle.

“I don’t know how to say it,” I hiccup. “You deserve to know, but…”

“Let’s start here… He made you do something to me?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“When?”

“When I was nineteen… When we stayed at their house over Christmas break.” My voice is broken, and I am crying now. “I didn’t want to do that… but getting whipped hurt so badly…”

“You said I was drugged. Explain that first.” I let him take my hand to hold, and it both helps and hurts.

“He gave you a glass of whiskey after dinner… It had something in it,” I sniff. “Like strong sleeping pills or something.”

“I remember that,” he says. “I’m not upset at you, Nia. Please tell me what happened.”

“He, uh…” I sniff again. “You were very drowsy, so he got you upstairs and told me to come open the door to your room. He got you on the bed, but then shut the door and locked me in there. He told me to sit on the bed with you and not move. I didn’t think anything of it, so I did.

After a few minutes, he told me to get you undressed so you’d be more comfortable.

I tried just your shoes, but he kept demanding more… ”

I know Adrian is sitting in the driver’s seat, but I can’t look at him right now. I take a moment to breathe before continuing.

“Eventually, he made me get you completely undressed…” I say quietly.

“I asked to leave, but he said no. He said I needed to make you feel good… I tried to get him to just take me to my room… I didn’t want to do that…

I didn’t want to subject you to what he did to me.

. But then he took his belt off and hit me.

He said he would keep hitting me if I didn’t… ”

“Didn’t what?” Brent asks gently. “Quote him so you don’t have to find the words.”

“He said… I’m going to whip you until you take his dick down your slutty throat,” I say, my voice cracking again.

“I said no, so he just kept hitting me over and over again… It hurt so badly… I just wanted it to stop… So I did it… After a minute… he uh… He grabbed my head and forced me to move… He told me to keep doing that or he’d whip me again, so I just did it…

I kept going because my back was already bleeding… But then…”

“But then what?” Adrian asks, nudging my leg. I look up at him, and I am crying. “Just focus on me when you say it.”

“But then… Brent made a noise… He moaned, and Dad pulled me back. I thought it was over, but then he stood me up and made me take my underwear off…” I explain tearfully.

“He told me to ride him. When I didn’t, he started hitting me again until I did it.

It took probably twenty more hits before I finally gave in…

He said, “Ride his cock like you do mine. Let’s see if he likes your tight cunt as much as I do. ”

“What next?” Adrian asks.

“He hit me a few more times before I started moving,” I say. “I tried to block it all out… I tried to ignore it…”

“Ignore what?” Adrian asks.

“What it was doing to my body,” I cry. “And his. He was drugged… and unconscious… but he didn’t know it was me… He was responding, but was too out of it to open his eyes… “

“How did he respond?” Adrian questions.

“He, uh… grabbed hold of my hips. He kinda… He didn’t know it was me.”

“That’s not what I asked, Little Dove. What did he do?” Adrian asks again.

“He was holding onto me tight… and moving my body… Dad laughed and said something about how he knew he’d like my cunt… He said I had to come with him or…”

“Or what?” Adrian pushes.

“He’d blow his brains out and make sure I went to jail for it,” I cry.

“He started whipping me again with that belt until I moved faster. He didn’t stop until…

I didn’t want to hurt him like that… But that fucking belt hurt so badly…

So I moved his hand to… he started to… Dad got what he wanted. Brent was so out of it… But he…”

“But he was the one who gave you an orgasm,” Adrian says.

“Yeah,” I say as I nod tearfully and try to calm down. “He didn’t know it was me. He never opened his eyes… He didn’t hurt me. I hurt him… I…”

“I remember,” Brent says.

“What?” I ask, turning to look at him.

“I remember all of that. I thought it was a dream I had,” Brent says. “I remember the sounds you made when I touched you… But I thought it was a dream.”

“I’m sorry, Brent,” I cry. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I avoided you for… months… I was afraid you’d hate me.. I wanted to tell you but… It was never brought up, so I just lived with the guilt.”

“Alania, you were forced to do that,” Brent says. “I’m going to be really blunt here. You didn’t hurt me. I have spent years feeling like a giant fucking creep because I didn’t hate the dream…”

“You… why?” I ask.

“Because it was rare that I ever saw anything from you outside of anger, Nia,” he says. “I don’t remember you crying. I’ve had the sounds you made when you came stuck in my head for years.”

“I feel like she needs to know,” Adrian says. “Because I don’t think it’s as accurate as you made it seem.”

“What?” I ask.

“The day before my first visit, I went to Adrian to check on you. I… told him I was gay, but uh… I…”

“Oh my God!” I say with wide eyes. “That’s why Mark looked like he was going to faint…”

“Yeah,” Brent says with a smirk. “Mark and I have been seeing each other since high school, but…”

“But?” I ask.

“But I only stopped messing with women when I found myself comparing every woman to the one in my dreams,” he says bluntly.

“Oh…. I don’t know what to say to that,” I say.

“Just understand that you did nothing wrong. I, on the other hand… Well…”

“If you tell me you jerked off thinking of me,” I laugh.

“Well, at least you are pretty. It would be worse if you weren’t,” Brent says, and I laugh tearfully.

“I’m sorry he was so awful to you, Nia,” Brent says. “I should have noticed something was happening. If I had…”

“He would have just hurt you, too,” I say.

“Either way, neither of us is at fault. Okay? I know it hurts, and I know nothing we say will make that pain go away, but please don’t keep beating yourself up over it. Okay?” Brent says, squeezing my hands.

“I have spent… years… trying to convince myself I didn’t care about you,” I admit. “I did everything I could to ignore your existence because I was terrified that you would end up just like him.”

“But?” he asks.

“But you are annoyingly sweet. No matter how much of a bitch I am to you, you just deal with it. You’d calm me down when I’d get angry. You were the one who taught me how to take deep breaths to calm down…”

Adrian barks out a laugh, and I turn and give him a confused look. “Sorry. Ignore me,” Adrian laughs.

“He’s being dirty,” Brent says.

“Oh… Oh! Jesus, Adrian. The memory is already embedded in my brain. No need to make it resurface.”

“Hey, now. No one has ever complained about…” Brent starts to say, pretending to be offended.

“You shut up,” I say, and he laughs.

“Are you coming tomorrow?” Adrian asks Brent.

“Not unless Alania drugs me,” Brent says.

“You asshole,” I laugh. He leans in and wraps me in a tight hug. It takes me a second, but I eventually hug him back. “I’m sorry I did that… even if I was made to.”

“Well, I’m sorry I violently jerked off to what I thought was a dream and then drank myself into alcohol poisoning the next day,” he says.

“What?” I ask, pulling back. “Why did you drink so much? You could have died.”

“That’s the part you are concerned about?” Adrian laughs.

“I mean, you whimper sometimes when you fuck me, so I can kinda guess why it was so violent,” I say, and they laugh. “It was a fucked up situation all around. I can’t blame anyone for how they tried to process that. I literally fucked every man who looked at me like he was interested.”

“I don’t know if that’s the same,” Adrian laughs.

“I also know him well enough to know that he is lying about the violent jerking off,” I say, and Adrian chuckles. “See?”

“Well, I will come by Sunday. You two get back and we can talk more then,” Brent says, patting my hand.

“Okay,” I say with a frown.

“Oh. Don’t do that to me, Nia,” Brent says, hugging me again.

“Is Dad going to be pissed at you?” I ask.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says, kissing my temple.

“Brently,” I say with a sigh.

“No,” he says. “I’ll be okay. I know how to handle him.”

“Evidently, so do I,” I say, but squeal when he tickles my sides. “Stop! You crazy man!”

“I’ll be okay,” he says. I promise,” Brent says, pulling back and holding my face. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” I say. “I love you, Brent.”

“I love you too, Alania,” he says with a warm smile.