Don't Touch Me

By: Your local demented whore.

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"She'll put a smile up on your face

And take you to a higher place

So don't you underestimate

The Strenght Of A Woman"

-Shaggy

"Now I will tell you

what I have done for you

Fifty-thousand tears I've cried

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me"

-Evanescence

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Prologue

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-Oh God.. Please kill me now..-

Her breathing was hoarse, and a striking pain always hit her chest everytime she had to breathe. Her vision blurred and all she can see is the table turned over, her tea cup broken into a thousand pieces. She could feel warm sticky fluid running down between her legs and spilling unto the floor. She bit her bottom lip to stop from screaming, the pain was absolutely dreadful.

-..Don't scream, whimper, or moan, or it'll be a lot heavier on you.. Peter doesn't like it, and you know he won't hesitate to let you know..-

Glacia Morgan laid on the floor of her home (no, its HIS home, remember that). Laying there like an dog that has been run over, her blonde hair slid into her face and small drops of blood dripped from it. Her face was filled with such indignacy and her battered hand was underneath her dress, feeling the fluid that she had released.

-..Please let it be cum, please don't let it be what I think it is..-

Glacia weakly slid her hand from underneath her dress, and her prayer was unanswered. She rubbed the blood between her fingers and lowered her head.

-..Is my baby okay..? Will my baby be born okay..?-

She restrained her tears and snapped her eyes shut. Hopefully she was just dreaming, she'll wake up in her bed, smile at her unborn child, and do Peter's lunch before he comes home.

She heard Peter in the kitchen talking on the phone, calling the apolice.. Why would he be calling the police? He IS the police! He was calling an ambulance. Maybe the baby will be okay after all..

"My wife is hurt, she's bleeding frantically, I need a fucking ambulance here... Yes, yes... Look, I don't know what happened, just get over here!", with that, he slammed the phone into its receiver.

-...You bastard...-

Peter came into the living room, and just leaned on the kitchen door. Smiling at her, but not a comforting smile, a smile that sended chills on her spine and made her wish she dissapeared.

"Now did you learn your lesson? See, now?" he said with that cold smile, Glacia just looked at the floor. She felt that if she saw his face, she would throw up.

"How many times have I told you that I always want my uniform well ironed? I went to the police station and my boss yelled at me because he said the back side of my shirt was with a big fucking white stain. You really shouldn't shit with me like that, bitch."

No reaction from Glacia. He walked to her and kissed her cheek. "You know you shouldn't do that, I was just teaching you a lesson. That's why you don't upset me, I know its hard, but you'll learn." He picked her up, and carried her to where the stairs was located.

"Alright?"

She said nothing, she feared a whimper would come out instead.

"Good. Now what you're gonna do, you're gonna tell them you fell down the stairs, got it?"

She looked into his dark blue eyes. Peter really had a handsome face, at first sight he seems like an honest and sincere man. But no, you don't know what goes on that mind of his. You don't know him like Glacia doees. Not at all. His dark brown hair was smooth and nicely patted on his head, but this time, it was all over his face. She hesitantly nodded, and tears almost sprouted out of her eyes.

Peter seemed satisfied, he left to the kitchen. She could hear him making himself lunch, he opened a drawer, and she could hear him turning the faucet. He came out with a sandwich and a wet rag. He leaned on the spot where Glacia was laying, a heavy amount of blood was spilled there, and he began cleaning it up. He whistled and ate the sandwich as he cleaned, he hummed a strange folk song she never heard of before.

After what seemed like hours, the ambulance finally arrived. Peter led them to where Glacia laid, and they took her away. She hoped she had died, but then, Peter wouldn't like that, now would he?

The terror continued for five more years...

..to be continued..

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