Chapter 3

Getting to the front of the house I noticed that Winston’s car was still here.

“SHIT!” I muttered to myself. He would usually leave around lunch time when he finally rolled out of bed to go on a beer run, but he seemed to be running late today.

Not wanting to deal with that shitstorm I went to the back of the old rundown house. There was a basement that had a window that was level with the grass bedding. It was small but luckily so was I.

I carefully opened the window, clenching my teeth when it let out a loud squeak, and I slipped very ungracefully through. As my foot hit the bench underneath the window, it slipped off the edge and I crashed down landing on my ass with a hard thump.

I heard footsteps above me and crawled backwards under the bench, waiting to see if I’d been caught, but thankfully, they continued down the hallway until I heard the faint jingle of keys and then the front door bang shut.

I let out a long breath and started up the stairs quickly to go and get changed so I could get back out again before he got back.

Coming through the door into the kitchen I was hit in the face with a strong smell of whiskey, as if someone was holding a glass right under my nose.

Turning round I caught sight of Winston who was standing against the door frame, a sinister grin on his face showing his very disgusting yellow teeth.

“Well, well, what have we here? Skipping school?” he said in a way that was like a cat teasing a mouse.

“There was an accident at lunch, and I needed to come and get changed, that’s all. I told the principal I’d be back after I got cleaned up and changed. I told her I wouldn’t be that long.” I lied, hoping he would just leave me to go on about my day but the look on his face threw my hope out the window.

He stood a few more minutes, looking at every part of me slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze and tried to walk past him.

“Excuse me then” I said as I tried to get between him and the doorway, only to be shoved against the door frame with enough force to knock the wind out of me.

If it wasn’t for his hands holding me in place, I would have slumped to the floor, but he had me held firmly up.

“Oh, not so fast orphan Annie!” he said in a sing-song tone. “I was told you were a decent, quiet girl when we took you in here. Told we wouldn’t have any problems with you.”

He looked me up and down again, still holding me up.

I looked at him in confusion. “What are you talking ab…” I was cut off as his huge stumpy hand connected with my face, leaving the sensation as if I’d been stung by a hundred bees. Trying again I spoke through tears “What have I done?”.

Allowing me to fall to the ground he grabbed his phone and opened the public social media site throwing his screen into my face.

“We didn’t know we had a dirty little slut living under our roof. You’ve always acted like you are too good to be here! Now it seems the truth is you're just like all the other little skanks your age.”

I looked up and saw myself half naked, photos and videos of me in my underwear in the bathroom stall with seductive music edited over the top of it.

I stared at it before he whipped the phone away looking down at me. “I’ve always thought you looked fit under all those baggy clothes you wear. You’re good at showing off to everyone else. It's my turn to see what a good little slut you are!” He all but shouted the last bit as he reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me from where I sat crying on the floor.

“Please, no! Let me go!” was all I could get out before he once again forced me against the wall. One hand was in my hair,gripped tight, and the other had both my hands in a death grip pinned against the wall. I could feel my swollen face as the tears were now flowing freely from my eyes.

I started shaking as he pressed up against me, his disgusting breath that smelt like he’d never brushed his teeth in his life fanned across my face and abused my nostrils.

I could feel his erection pressing against my hip and I felt bile rise in my throat. Swallowing it down I started pleading again.

“Please let me go, I have to get back to school” I told him hoping he would think if I didn’t get back someone would come looking for me, but it did nothing but make him laugh.

“Do you think anyone will notice?” His voice came out like a menacing child, “Nobody cares Juvia. Nobody will look for you and if you were to disappear nobody would even realise you were gone.”

With his harsh words, realization hit me, he was right! He leaned in closer to me, sniffing my neck then with the most disgusting grunt he ran his tongue from my collarbone up my neck to my ear.

I winced at the feeling which seemed to just make him enjoy it more.

“I should have done this a long time ago” He grunted as he let go of my hair and started to palm my breast. I tried to struggle out, but he held my hands so tight, and his body was firm against mine.

“Let’s see what wasn’t shown on that video” he stated as he ripped the front of my top down, causing the fabric strap to tear and my bra to rip in half, my breasts falling free in front of him.

I cried out again “Please let me go!” again making me laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry I will, I’ll let you go once I’m finished.” he stated with a triumphant grin on his face as he stared at my bare chest before plunging his face into them. He started to suck and bite on my nipples as I cried for him to stop and let me go.

I felt his hand once again grab my hair and with one quick motion he threw my head back, smashing it against the wall. All I could make out was blurs of colours among the black spots that currently dotted my vision.

I could feel I was being dragged through the house by my hair, but I was too dazed to try and fight when suddenly, I was thrown onto a bed. My eyes still unable to focus, I felt him climb on top of me and then my arms were yanked above my head and my wrists bound together.

I started to regain my focus to see his sinister grin and his eyes looking over every inch of me. I tried to move but he sat on top of me, straddling me so I was unable to get free.

Looking me in the eyes he spoke with a bad attempt at seduction. “Let’s see how tight that little pussy is.”

And with that he moved his hand down my body and into my underwear, which caused me to scream out, making him laugh.

I’d never had anyone touch my body before and I felt disgusted with myself for letting this happen. I let out another cry as I felt his grubby hand stroke along my lips.

This was my lowest moment and all I could think about was that I’d have to live with the fact that I wasn’t strong enough to fight him off. I would have to live knowing that my virginity was taken from me, stolen by an abusive troll of a man who had taken it by force, and I wasn’t strong enough to stop it happening.

I watched him reach into his pants and pull out his erect penis, looking at me greedily while he stroked it up and down against my stomach.

“Now then my little slut, I would promise this isn’t going to hurt but I would be lying because I am going to make sure it does” he stated as his hand started to undo my jeans.

I heard a voice before I realised where it came from.

“NO!”