Novel & Cerita My Stepmom Mistreated Me Brutally, Assuming I Was The Paramour

When I raised up my head again , it was still the three of us . My step dad turned to look at my mom and hugged her . You can’t blame her my love , the trauma is more than what you can understand I have been dealing with this rogues for years and trust me when I say that they do unexplainable things to you and that is exactly what they have done to your child , they have fooled her to believe that all this things I was the one who is doing them but I am not , I will just have a talk with her “ Mom nodded her head obediently and walked out of the room .

My stepmom had turned my darkest fantasy into the most intense punishment I had ever experienced. "Look at you, Alex," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Such a pathetic, desperate pervert on your knees for me. Your cock is begging for release, but you do not deserve it yet. Crawl closer and kiss my feet while I decide what to do with you next."

it was not a good time to tell him how badly my stepmother had assaulted me in the past but his gaze boring into me did not allow me to lie or avoid the question. “You know – not a lot of step-parents are close their their step-kids,” I said. “Thelma never liked me so she uh she hit me a few times.” I touched my chest as I felt suffocated by his emotions rapidly pouring into me. “Valens – Vee, it was a long time ago! I was like a kid then so –“ Goddess, with every word I spoke, things took a turn for the worst. My mouth was like a leaky faucet and in my nervousness to get him out of his murderous mood, I kept saying things that were best left unsaid, making him even more murderous.

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?" My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega. Horny and ignored. Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies. Now he knew. Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship. "Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

Right from the moment he woke up, it was clear as day that their marriage was merely a business deal. ‘It’s just a matter of days. How can I possibly fall for him? Am I being too desperate?’ She thought. “Are you too desperate to have someone? Are you too eager to feel at ease?” She closed her eyes and questioned herself, her back pressed against the couch. She would never forget how her stepmother and stepsister treated her. They always beat and mistreat her for no apparent reason. Her Pack members despised her like she was a speck of dust.

Then I opened my eyes in that familiar basement where my life turned upside down. My stepmom walked in and she could see I was terrified. I tried breaking free from the tight ropes that bound me to the chair. I was supposed to be a man. I was supposed to be stronger. But she knew there was nothing I could do right then. She had told me I was stupid for questioning her as she blindfolded me. I had bitten her hand hard, but she slapped me so hard that my head twisted. Then I felt their presence. There were probably about six women who stepped in.

"Mother…father…I don’t know what those mean. At fourteen I was finally allowed to step out of the my prison like apartment only for a short period of time. I watched my step brother enjoy the freedom and love of parents, he had friends,I have none, he threw parties every weekend. At least I was finally allowed to witness that in an open air space. This was made possible by my so called step mother, with a condition I had to give her a body massage. Many times she did plead with the fourteen years old, I should touch her in places to pleasure her but I refused. I was punished severally by being grounded and starved by my father, his wife must have told im I disrespected her. It happened yet a

I couldn't believe that someone who was supposed to love and protect me could treat me so cruelly. I lay in bed that night, feeling angry and broken. The memory of my stepmother's beating lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of despair that had settled over me. I had never felt so alone in my life, and I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve such treatment.

A little ‘how was your time’? “It’s mine, isn’t it?” I asked, setting my tone cold and curt. If he couldn’t bother acknowledging me, he had no reason to keep trying. He saw me as nothing other than waste of space anyway. He had his fancy little stepdaughter to spoil… I wonder what he’d do if he found out she stripped, danced around a pole shaking her ass and flaunting her tits. I could speak now, knock him down a peg, but my stepmom deserved better. I’d rather she be shielded from me. Besides, my revenge would always come first anyway.