Two weeks of living hell

The next week had been the worst she had ever had, the punishment seemed to go on forever. She didn't get to go to school for that week. Kelly had called the school to say she was sick, also she called the visitation center to tell them Stacy was sick, they both seemed to buy it. The closet was dark as the light bulb had burnt out, Kelly didn't come check on her, neither did anyone else, did they even notice she was gone? She hadn't eaten besides the peppers she was forced to eat. It had already been about five days that she had been in the closet, her stomach was rumbling, she could barely talk and her mouth was so dry. She had heard someone come down the stairs Stacy stumbled back into the corner.

To her surprise her father opened the door, he had a smirk on his face he was wearing basketball shorts, and no shirt on Stacy stared at the plate of food and drink that he had, there were also a couple of snacks on the tray that he held. Where was Kelly Stacy thought. Why was he being nice to her?

"Everyone is gone for now. Listen, you have to listen to me if you want his stuff you understand, do everything I say and stay quiet, do not say anything, or make any noise." Ken said his eyes were dark Stacy didn't even notice that he had a pair of clothes in his hand for her.

Gulping Stacy agreed by nodding her head he got close to her. He put the food and clothes on the table near the door that the laundry usually went on, he looked her up and down licking his lips "Strip." He demanded her, she obeyed she needed food, she needed a drink, she thought he just wanted her to change. He got closer to her pushing her down onto the concrete floor he put her hand on his body…. Her eyes widened as he put his hands up and down her body she gasped for air when his hands went in between her legs.

"Wwhat aree you doing?" She pleaded her voice was shaking and her once shiny eyes were dull and dark as he put his other hand on her mouth.

She didn't have the strength to fight, and she didn't have the voice to scream. 

"I told you not to say anything or to make a noise, be a good girl this isn't going to hurt a bit. It's how daddy's show their love to their daughters. Now be quiet if you want that food, ok!" Ken said as he rubbed her vigina up and down tears streamed down her cheeks as he put two fingers inside her, she let out a soft scream. It hurt, it hurt a lot, the pain, the pressure it all hurt she wanted him to stop. She tried to pull away but he slammed her back down stroking his hard dick with his hand that he just pushed her down with. He was rougher and rougher with her each time he took his fingers out of her. When he had cummed he threw the clothes at her.

"Get your ass dressed!" Ken said, his voice dark and deep. He grabbed the tray and threw it onto the floor in the closet and closed the door back up, locking it, and leaving Stacy on the floor crying. She couldn't pick herself up, her legs were shaky, and her hands were shaking. What just happened to her? Hey blue eyes now dull and tears coming out. 

   She grabbed the bottle of water and took a drink of water, some of it going down her chest, her hands were still very shaky. She cried into her knees for a while before picking up the clothes and slowly putting on her purple panties, red pj bottoms, and a black shirt that had I love Dad on it. She slowly ate and conserved what she could, that way she still had food for the rest of the time she would be locked in the closet. She had a little bit of water and crackers that she saved for the rest of the time.

   Every Time she heard someone come down the stairs her body trembled, her blue eyes full of scared, terrified and dull, she didn't want her dad to be back down, and to do whatever he had done to her again. Although it was supposed to mean he loved her, how could love hurt so bad, and was it right? Was that what everyone went through? She was alone with her fear, thoughts, and her anxiety. Every noise she heard scared her, finally the week was over and she was let out to go shower. Kelly smirked at her when she opened the door.

The light hurt Stacy's eyes. "Next time are you going to disobey me?" Kelly asked looking at Stacy, who couldn't even look at her.

"No ma'am." Stacy said very quietly. Keeping her blue eyes down and looking at the ground.

"Go shower." Kelly said and then went upstairs.

Stacy could barely walk up the stairs, she was weak, but she made it to the shower, falling into the bathroom, and she locked the door behind her before getting into the hot water. She was so weak, exhausted and drained. It felt good on her skin. Although in between her legs still ached from the other night, she blocked the thought out of her head, she didn't want to think of that anymore. She stayed in the hot water until she heard a banging on the door.

"Get out of the shower and you're wasting all the water. Plus dinner is done. You need to eat before going to school tomorrow." Kelly's voice rang in her head.

Stacy got out and got clean clothes on. She looked at her pantys they had some blood on them from the other night, she sighed and hid them in her drawer. She needed to get out in the dining room before Kelly got aggravated at her again, and she got punished even worse. She kept her head down walking to the dining room. She didn't want to make contact with anyone right now, she ate spaghetti and finished taking her plate to the sink and rinsing it off. She headed down stairs to sleep in the closet again, at least she gained her eating and drinking privileges back, now seven more days until she got to sleep in her bed again.

The week went by slowly, but finally it was Thursday her dad was out of town that whole week, she was relieved and happy that he was gone. She was finally able to sleep in her bed starting tonight, she was doing everything she could to not get in trouble. She just wanted to be loved, and to sleep in her bed.

Thursday night Kelly had let Stacy know that they would have to go to the visitation center, since she had returned to school, the visitation center had told Kelly there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to visit her mother. Stacy could barely sleep, again she was so excited was her mom able to bring her sister this time would it be a family reunion? What would her mother think of her very short hair? She had already been called a boy by many of her classmates, but she didn't let it hurt her that she had worse things going on at home. She was almost ready to tell her counselor, she wanted to so bad to tell someone what was going on, she had to, but she didn' think anyone should believe her.