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MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (10)

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The sound of my own screams was deafening, a jagged, pathetic noise that seemed to fill the entire room.

Every time he pressed, every time he forced his touch on me, the years between my childhood and now collapsed.

I wasn't just in his grip; I was back in that bathroom, I was back on those stairs, I was back in the cycle that I thought I had escaped.

"Don't," I choked out, my voice raw, my cheek stinging from the force of his blow. "Please, just stop."

"You haven't changed a bit, Gelly," he
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  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (14)

    “Why did you stop? Please continue with all pleasure.” She walked over to sit by the corner of the room.“We had stopped before you came in. You can't stop this even if you were here earlier.” I came off Andre, but he tapped on his bed for me to sit. “Andre. Wow. You are fucking your stepdaughter. Are you insane?” “My wife doesn't want to. Why reject the person who does? Besides, it's the same blood but a tighter pussy.” Her hands gripped her bag tightly but she wore a thin smile. “And you? I had feared this would happen if you went to college but you had ruined yourself from home. When did this start?”“The first night he came over.” I responded immediately and her eyes flew open. “What? You weren't there when he needed you. You wanted to go to work. But I stayed home and worked in your stead. You should be grateful honestly.” She got up and stormed closer, her eyes flaring with anger. “Hold it right there!” Andre's voice echoed. “Why are you getting upset? At least I didn't f

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (13)

    Andre had finally begun moving and eating by without help. I had stayed by his side throughout the treatment. Literally, I was assigned a hospital bed next to his.My mother never came once. I wished she had died but sadly she survived. Not once in two weeks.“Come here.” Andre called me over to his side, his voice as firm and authoritative as always. I approached him and held his outstretched hand. “Gela. I have told you go home and rest.” “And I told you that we will walk out of here together.” He smirked. “I am using to opportunity to rest. A whole pile of work awaits me outside those hospital doors.” I watched him carefully and silently for a while.“Ask me.”I chuckled at this realization. “Why did you go after him?” His hand stiffened around mine. “Ohh Gela.” He was going to ignore this question, I knew that sigh well. “I was just bored and needed something to punch.” “That's the dumbest shit, I have ever heard from you.” He laughed till tears spilled from his eyes. W

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT(12)

    “What is happening here? W-Why are you…?” Joyce paused as she struggled to grasp the activities around her.“What's happening here?!”Andre held me tighter as he winced in pain. “Gela. Thank you….for…fo—” I faced him, ignoring my mother.“Shut up. I'm gonna take you to the hospital.” I tried getting up but stumbled back on his thighs. “Mmm!” He shrieked in pain. My heart clenched seeing him in pain. I gently broke free from his hold and hurriedly crawled over to my mother's side. “Call 911. He needs treatment urgently!” I screamed at her. Her body was locked in place. She slowly looked at me. “Angela.” She calmly called. “What happened here? Why was Andre holding you like that?”“Are you going to call them or not?” I got up slowly, ignoring the pain.“Answer me! Ahh—” She screamed as I pushed her away and limped away from the living room. I didn't care if my clothes were torn. Or if my body was exposed. I needed to get to my phone.I looked around and my dad's men were nowhere to

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (11)

    The room smelled of copper, sweat, and the suffocating, familiar scent of my father’s cologne, the smell of my nightmares. As he shoved me toward the cold, hardwood floor, my knees hit the boards with a sickening crack. I was trembling so hard I couldn’t stand, my breath coming in jagged, wheezing sobs. "Don't," I whispered, the word barely audible. "Please. Not again." Matt didn’t listen. He loomed over me, his face a mask of sadistic triumph. He reached down, grabbing my hair again to pull me into position. I closed my eyes, bracing for the violation that had defined my existence for so long. CLANG. It wasn't the sound of metal hitting metal this time. It was the sound of a heavy, solid mahogany chair leg snapping under immense, singular force. I opened my eyes just in time to see Andre, who had been reduced to a bloody pulp only seconds ago, launch himself forward. He hadn't broken the chain; he had realized that the wooden chair he was bound to was antique and we

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (10)

    The sound of my own screams was deafening, a jagged, pathetic noise that seemed to fill the entire room. Every time he pressed, every time he forced his touch on me, the years between my childhood and now collapsed. I wasn't just in his grip; I was back in that bathroom, I was back on those stairs, I was back in the cycle that I thought I had escaped."Don't," I choked out, my voice raw, my cheek stinging from the force of his blow. "Please, just stop.""You haven't changed a bit, Gelly," he sneered, his hands cold and possessive. "Still the same sweet little thing."He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, when a sudden, violent thud echoed through the room. It was followed by the screech of metal against metal.Clang. Clang.Matt froze, his head snapping toward the center of the room. Andre was straining against the chains, his muscles corded and tense as he threw his entire weight against the chair. He wasn't just struggling; he was fighting with a primal, desperate rage.

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    MY MOTHER'S REPLACEMENT (9)

    I ran to the window and stared down. It was a high jump but my car wasn't far from it and I would land on the soft grass. ‘Fuck it.’ I don't care if I die, at least I died trying. I quickly walked to the counter and scrambled for my car key. “Hey! Come break down this door. This girl thinks I'm playing with her.” My mother's voice got more violent as she banged on the door. I couldn't run past her. My only choice was the window. ‘Found it.’ I hurried back to the window. The servants crossed my room, running into the mansion.After they had crossed,I climbed out the window. Holy shit! What was I doing? I held the edge tightly. “Please don't let me die.” I whispered and let go of the edge. Shutting my eyes, all I could hear was the wind violently flowing upward past me. A moment later, my back hit the grass. The impact wasn't as bad as I'd expected.“God damn it.” I groaned in pain as I rolled on the ground before gradually getting up. As soon as I was sure I could stand without

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (1)

    I flung my bag across the room, my body landing hard on the mattress it had been yearning for all day. I stared up at the ceiling, scrolling through the messy blueprints and exhausted lines blurring in my head. Architecture wasn't for the weak. And I wasn't just anyone. I am Ciara Miller. A twen

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (5)

    All I could remember was holding onto the rug for my dear life as my body moved recklessly against the floor.“Ohh..Liam..harder.” I whimpered, almost screaming. With this sheer amount of overstimulating pressure, I felt like I could literally die from the agony of holding back my voice.“Liam! Ope

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND(4)

    “No one deserves a bad experience,” he murmured, his large hands anchoring tightly around my waist. He began sliding my body up and down the thick, aggressive length of his cock. “Oohhh…you're…. you're so fucking big….fuck…Liam.” I couldn't even stitch a coherent sentence together. My pussy felt c

  • UNHOLY URGES: A COLLECTION OF FILTHY ENCOUNTERS    AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (3)

    “Hold it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he buried his fingers even deeper inside me.“Fuck!” I gasped. Hold it? Was that even physically possible! “I can't, sir.”The ceiling of his office blurred above me; I couldn't fight the wave anymore.“Please, Liam…ahh! Let me cum;” I pleade

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