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Maeve
They left as they came with laughter. Master locked the door, leaving me staring at the grey ceiling. I listened until their footsteps faded and voices became a murmur. When I crawled off the mattress, I avoided looking at the stain. My legs were shaky as I stood up to walk to the table where Master usually left my food and pill.
The lube lay there with the cap still open, but I ignored it and took several wet wipes from the packet. I was about to clean myself up, but I paused when I saw the white pill. It wasn't the contraceptive pill because that was much smaller.
I reached down and began to clean myself. It took several more wipes before I managed to get all their cum and excess lubricant cleaned off, tossing the wipes in the bin beneath the table. I picked up the pill and the bottle of water to wash it down with. It was the same drug he gave us that night.
The effect of the pill didn't take long, but it took away some of the dead, numb feeling inside of me. The walls were no longer grey. They became multi-coloured.
I liked this pill.
**
I was officially a pill popper. The irony was that in my younger days, I looked at the state of my mother and told myself that I would never do drugs. They made me feel happy for a short while, and I began to chase the high. Master enjoyed the effects of the pills because they made me horny.
The cycle continued. Sometimes, he came for me alone, and other times, he came with his friends. They always used a condom if they fucked my pussy. I no longer cared as long as I got my fix. White, blue and pink pills. I took them all, and I let my guard slip, thinking Master was done breaking me.
I was wrong.
**
The lock clicked but I was on my knees, waiting for my instructions. There was an unfamiliar rustle and I glanced through my hair and saw Master carrying a white plastic bag. He walked past me and sat on my bed. The metal frame of the bed screeched with his weight.
“Come and sit on my lap, doll,”
he murmured to me in a strangely gentle voice.
I stood up robotically and saw he still wore his work suit. These days, he looked more human, but that was probably the pills talking. I moved between his legs before I sat on his lap. His lips twitched in amusement, and his eyes pierced mine. The longer I stared into the blue eyes, the more they began to resemble those of a snake.
“I picked you, doll,”
he said, the words curling around the smug smile on his lips, stretching them out until they thinned.
His hand moved between my legs, pushing them apart to rub his fingertips around my pussy. My eyes closed, and I placed my hand around his shoulder, gripping it as if he were an anchor. His finger eased into me.
“But,”
he said, causing me to open my eyes to see the evil intent in his eyes.
“I want more, little doll. Do you remember our first night?”
My mind flashed back to the scent of mint and cologne. The pain and how much he enjoyed my pain. He pushed another finger inside of me, fucking me with them hard enough for his nails to scrape my insides.
“Mmm. I've never fucked a tighter virgin cunt than yours. There was so much blood. I got home and had to wank myself off with the amount of blood that was still on my dick. I knew it when Gavin sent me your picture. You were a sweet innocent doll with your pretty blue eyes and long blonde hair,”
he said, making me gasp as he rubbed his thumb over my clit.
“Just waiting to be plucked.”
He paused to lick my nipple while I squirmed on his lap. His lips wrapped around my nipple, and he started to suck on it as I coated his fingers with my arousal. He pulled away from my wet nipple only to sink his teeth into my breast. My fingers gripped his jacket as I inhaled his fresh cologne.
“Years later, here you are riding my fingers like my nasty fuck doll,”
he said, pulling his fingers out.
I swallowed as he lifted them to my lips, and I parted them for him.
“You will no longer address me as Master,”
he said, his voice smooth as oiled leather.
“From now on, you’ll call me Daddy.”
A pause. The air thickened, the weight of the new word settling between us like a shackle made of silk. His fingers moved in and out of my mouth. He tilted his head, studying my reaction with the quiet hunger of a collector admiring his favourite doll.
“Go on,”
he urged, a smile curling at the edge of his mouth. He rubbed his fingers on my tongue before removing them. “Say it.”
My mind reeled in horror as I thought of my father. That was when I saw the satisfaction in his eyes.
“Yes, you're going to be a good girl for your Daddy. Now fucking say it!”
he said but ended up shouting, switching back to the psychopath that he truly was.
“Daddy,”
I said as any final effects from the pills ripped me away from the farcical, happy place I’d been in.
“Mmm. Such a good doll. Lie on your bed for Daddy. I have a special gift for you,”
he murmured, pushing me off his lap.
I used the time to blink away the tears and force the memories of my father deep inside of me in a place where this devil couldn't touch them. He moved the white bag, and I lay on my bed, ignoring the sound of the springs and metal.
“Daddy had a long day at work, but being with my little girl always makes me feel better,”
he said, tugging at his tie.
He took my hands and wrapped the expensive silk around them before he tied them to the bed, tightening it for good measure. I didn't bother tugging on them because, from experience, I knew it would tighten the knot and become more uncomfortable.
“Daddy needs his special hugs with his doll,”
he said, removing his jacket.
The silk tie cuts deeper with every twisted word that comes out of his mouth. Daddy’s tie. A memory of my father hugging me so tight after the Christmas play. I hugged him back, smelling the coffee on his breath as he picked me up in his arms. Now it’s his. The devil who ruined the memory. I began to pant and tug against the tie.
“Shhh, sweetheart.”
His palm slides up my thigh.
“Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”
The word, Daddy, splits me open.
A whimper escapes me. The Devil smiles.
“There she is,”
he murmurs, pressing his mouth to my trembling knee.
“My good girl.”
He climbs onto the bed and parts my legs, using his palms to rub my thighs, sliding them up slowly.
“Daddy’s going to feed his little doll some special cream. Yes, my good girl is nice and wet for Daddy,”
he crooned, pushing his fingers inside me before pulling them out again.
“It will fit perfectly inside you.”
Terror floods my mouth with the taste bitter taste from the pills.
“No, no, no—”
“Yes, but we need someone else,”
he said, leaning down to pick up the bag.
He pulls Bear out of the bag before placing it beside my cheek. I close my eyes momentarily but lean into Bear, tears already tippling out of my eyes.
“You’re trembling,”
the devil observed, fingers skimming my ribs.
“He never touched you like this, did he?”
A sob clawed up my throat.
“Stop it. Please. Don’t. Don’t make me lose him again.”
But his hands were everywhere, rewriting history. The callouses on his fingers aren’t from building treehouses. They’re from tightening ropes. The heat of his body isn’t safety but a furnace burning away the last traces of Dad’s voice, his smell, his love.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he stretches them out. His cock begins to breach me while I try to nudge Bear away from me.
“Say it,”
he said as his teeth grazed my collarbone, pushing himself into me until his pelvis touched mine.
“Tell Daddy, thank you.”
He released my thighs and gripped my pillow as he started to fuck me. It wasn't his usual vicious thrusts. They were long and slow, each movement hitting me deep inside.
“Oh, yes. Take your Daddy’s cock. My good girl,”
he moaned, thrusting harder.
“You love your Daddy, don't you?”
I sobbed as I enjoyed the feel of him inside of me. The ceiling cracks blurred through my tears. For one fractured second, they formed my father’s face, disappearing as the devil’s shadow swallowed the light.
He drove back inside me in a harsh thrust that made me scream out in pain. Not physical pain. I was beyond that. The sound of the springs cried, and the bed frame creaked, but he drove into me over and over again, setting a harsh, punishing rhythm. Despite myself, the blossom of pleasure continued to grow.
“Say it, little girl. Say you love your Daddy,”
he growled into my ear.
Somewhere deep inside me, a little girl wailed for a man who couldn’t save her anymore.
“Your cunt is already fluttering around me. If you don't say it, I will fuck your arsehole with no lube. We both know how bloody that gets. Say it,”
he ranted, forcing me to look at him.
“I love you, Daddy,”
I sobbed, giving everything up in those words.
The devil stopped moving but began to chuckle until he laughed and wrapped his fingers around my neck.
“Now cum on your Daddy’s cock,”
he commanded, squeezing my throat until I struggled to breathe.
His hips moved back, and he slammed into me. He forced himself deeper and deeper. I could feel him pumping his hips. Thrusting in and out. Forcing my body to accept him. The dull pain as he bumped deep inside of me was nothing compared to the pain from the remnants of my heart shattering.
I howled and wailed as I came, clenching around his cock, but he continued to pound into me. A rushing sound filled my ears as everything turned white before it went black, but not before I heard his triumphant roar as he poured himself into me.
“Daddy loves you.”