Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend

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I wake up, a pounding in my head and I swear it’s like there is a marching band inside of it, but instead of hitting on drums the sticks. are using my brain as one big giant drum. Groaning I fight against it and try to move. I can’t, for a moment I panic as I feel my arms are tied together and then to something and my legs are tied down. I’m naked, fuck! I try to breath and remind myself to fight, even if the only way I can fight is by calling them names and tormenting them. I will do it, I refuse to black out, I refuse to hide away in a fantasy until it is over, and by god I refuse to cry or scream for help.

Counting from ten I hit one and open my eyes.

“Where are you? Clearly scared of me to tie me down, what’s wrong? Scared I might actually fucking hurt you?” I hear the shuffle and see Richard next to the bed.

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I fight back the bile and laugh.

“Bitch I was ready before you knocked me out, so come on, do your fucking worst.” He stares at me, and Dean looks just as shocked. “Oh, did you think I would cry, scream for help like last time? Fuck you, the only way you can get off is by me crying, well it won’t happen.” I watch as Richard moves, his hands unfastening the rope from the bed.

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“Unfasten her feet from the bed. We can hold her.”

Yes! Moving I swing my hands forward, watching as they connect with his nose, I raise my knees quickly and hit Dean as well. He both grunt. and grab me.

“Even with my hands and feet bound you two are fucking weak.” I swing my head forward which was a mistake, while it connects with Dean’s nose the pain almost has me screaming. Okay, no more using my head. Not in the sense of beating people with it.

“You think it’s just us? Where’s the fun with just two, especially when you love having three so much.” Dean’s words confuse me. “Come on Daisy, you live with and fuck three men. So higher numbers are needed to ensure you speak.” I swear at him fighting against him as I see someone move from the corner of my eye. How many are there?

I try and fight back the panic, feeling another pair of hands grab me. Dean has hold of my hands holding them above my head. Well, I know I said no more using my head, but fuck this. I use the fact he is holding me for support, lifting my legs I wrap them around Richard. He looks. at me confused, and I swing my head forward hearing his nose break. He falls and my legs release him.

The sharp pain in my side has me biting my cheek until it bleeds as I refuse to scream. The fucker stabbed me, turning I look at the guy.

“Your next, I move, and swing my legs, hitting him between his just as they connect and he falls someone grabs my legs and holds them down. Okay, now I have no legs or arms.

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“Hair!” I hear Dean and feel someone grab my hair to hold me in place so I can’t move. Okay, now I’m stuck, D didn’t teach me this shit and I doubt there’s an escape plan for it, not when your completely bound.

I wiggle and try to free myself seeing Richard stand before me smiling.

“We have months to catch up on, if you survive I will be surprised. Screaming I spit at him as I fight against them, but its useless. They hold me effortlessly as he rapes me, but I don’t stay quiet. No instead I scream at him, spitting at him and when he gets too close I bite his. cheek.

His frustration rises, he wanted the fragile, tame woman from before to get pleasure, not this woman. I laugh at him as he fucks me which just infuriates him. His hand hitting me hard and I taste blood in my mouth.

Even as my body and mind grows tired, I refuse to give in. I continue swearing and calling them names as they use me, and I can see they hate it. It brings them no pleasure the fact I am not crying out for help.

I feel someone sharp on my leg, screaming I feel tears building up.

“You fucking bitch! I will remember your fucking face!” I thrash against them, Richard is just watching now with Dean, clearly not. liking the fact I’m not longer weak. I will remember as much about. each of them, and once I’m free slowly I will kill them all.

I hear the explosion and the ground rocking and I laugh. I watch Dean

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and Richard look around shocked.

“Oh, now you’re worried? Come play with me Richard, come on!” I taunt him, watching as he and Dean run across the room and move a

curtain.

“Keep going, I don’t care if they show in the room you only stop when you’re dead, if you walk out of here I will find you.” Dean looks at the guys and I fight against them. I watch Dean and Richard disappear as I hear the gun shots and explosions. I didn’t think they would come for me, not with them removing me from the city.

It makes me smile, and I fight against them.

“Wise choice!” I look at the guy. “I would prefer the torture from Demitri as well, Dean isn’t a torturing kind of guy,” I scream feeling something hit me. Fuck that one hurt. “Oi, Baldie! Didn’t anyone teach you hitting women is wrong.” I scream spitting at him, and he hits me again.

Okay, no more, my head really fucking hurts. I hear an explosion and gun shots closer to me, the guys drop me and run. “Really? Pussies!” I scream after them, I try and stand buy my leg hurts. Instead I reach for the drapes on the wall and pull them down, covering myself with it.

The last thing I want is Demitri killing innocent men for seeing me naked. I stay sat against the wall. The puddle of blood around me growing and my head becomes heavy. I know I will be okay, but theres. no way I am passing out. I need to tell them where Dean and Richard

went.

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I watch the door open and see my parents and Nathan rush in. Great, I hold the drapes across my body and they rush to me. They try dragging me to the other door. Screaming I kick out against them. Maybe I should have unfastened my legs? They continue trying to drag me to the door, my hands grasp the bed and refuse to let go.

Screaming I kick out my legs feeling them hit someone and hear the thump of them hitting the ground.

“I hope it hurt.” I laugh and feel someone grasping my hands, my finger breaking as they try and peel my hands off the bed. I continue to call. them names as I fight to hold on.

The gun shot has everything stop, and my body falls to the floor ast whoever was pulling me by my feet releases me. I groan and fight against falling asleep.

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