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Preface

I was running. Away from what or who, I couldn't tell. I couldn't even give a reason. All I knew was that I was in trouble and I had to get myself help. Fear gripped my entire body, making me unable to focus on a decent hiding place. The air burned my throat and cut through my lungs, letting me know that there was a temperature drop. But it's barely September.

I heard a shout and turned to look behind me to see a group of three well-built men running after me. When I turned back around, I found myself on a rooftop with nowhere to go but over the edge. I looked at the long drop down and noticed my feet. They were covered in ripped stockings, shoes long gone. Then I took in the rest of my wardrobe to see a cocktail dress that I didn't know I owned. Knowing that mysterious new clothes were the least of my worries, I turned to face my pursuers, veins zinging with adrenalin, ready to fight for my life.

"Sophie, wait!", a familiar voice said. One of the three men stepped from his place in the shadows with the rest. It was someone I had only seen once before. I couldn't place his name. He had black hair with a white streak in it and gorgeous blood-red eyes. I stood frozen in my spot in shock. What is he doing here? What am I doing here? Who is he?

He walked up to me and slowly reached out to me. Then, faster than I thought I was able to, my fist stuck out to hit his face. But I don't want to hit him! Thankfully, he caught it and then pulled me into his arms. The intimate gesture had my heart in my throat and my ears burning. Suddenly, pulling me out of my shocked revere, the young man took me by my chin and planted a bruising, passionate kiss on my, until then, never-been-kissed lips. What is he doing?! I don't even know him. This can't happen, not again!

Suddenly, there was an excruciatingly sharp pain in my abdomen. I tried to scream, whether from pain or for help I would never know, but he kept his lips latched to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Then, just when I thought my lungs would burst from lack of oxygen, he stopped and pulled me even closer causing whatever it was to thrust deeper into my stomach.

"I love you Sophia.", he whispered to me just before he pushed me and sent me over the edge. My eyes stayed on him as I fell, but only for a little while. Soon after, I focused on my destination. The water rushed up to meet me and as I took in what I was sure to be my last breath, I woke gasping from the bed, heart leaping painfully from my chest. I looked around the dark room to the alarm clock to see its red numbers blinking, 3:33am. I sighed in relief and put my head on the pillow to try and get more sleep before school the next day, knowing full well that I was trying in vain.

Chapter One

"It is said that to dream of yourself dying is to live those last moments with another version of yourself." - unknown

The shrill cry of the alarm clock split my ears as I rolled out of bed to shut it off. I went into the bathroom and blinded myself with the light. It should be a sin to wake up before the sun rises! I drowsily disrobed, and started the shower. The heat calmed me and eased any tension from the day before. After standing there for a bit, I quickly washed and got out. I wiped the fog from the mirror and gazed into the eyes of a strange girl. Her hair was long, straight, and lifelessly silver, still limp and wet from the water. Her skin was a few shades darker than caramel. Her head was an oval, with high cheekbones and an average nose. Her lips were an irritated red from her nervous biting. Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and the color of honey covered silver. She was slender and toned from hours of dancing and had a single black freckle on her right shoulder. Bruises, old and new, littered her body. That was me, only I hadn't been myself.

Unable to look at myself any longer, I looked away from the mirror and dressed in my favorite pair of black skinny-jeans, a red tank top, and my all black lone stars. Lastly, I put on my short black hoody. Soon my hair was dry enough to run a brush through and my teeth were minty fresh. I stepped out of the bathroom felling better than I did when I woke up. The sky was turning gray from the on coming dawn.

Suddenly, a hand clamped itself over my mouth and a breath of warm air blew in my ear. I tried to struggle, but an arm wrapped itself around my waist and effectively pinned my arms to my sides.

"Shh, stay quiet, or you'll wake your mother." someone said into my ear. I shivered in disgust at the voice. It belonged to my step-dad. I hated him so much. Nausea took hold as he slipped his large calloused hand up my shirt. I bit his other hand hard enough to draw blood which made him let go, but also got him angry. He went to slap me, but I evaded and darted for the stairs. I took them down two at a time, knowing that once I reached the door I was safe. I could hear him right behind me and pushed a little harder, only, it wasn't enough. He caught me by my hair and flung me to the tiled floor.

"You know that you're just making it worse for yourself." he said as he got on top of me. He held his bloodied hand to my face, "You see this?" he asked in a hushed tone. Then his fist came down on my face, making me see white. He straddled my waist as he hit me again and again, the bulge in his pants hardening with each strike.

I kept my jaw clenched and my whimpers to a minimum, knowing I would only get it worse. The only thing that I couldn't stop was the stray tear that managed to escape my left eye. He stopped at seeing it and leaned in, grinding his hips into mine. Slowly, he licked the tear up and smiled almost like a lover would, bringing the nausea back.

"You are so, so good, so beautiful. Do you know what you do to me?" he said as he ground his hips into me again, bringing a scared whimper from my throat. My face throbbed in time with my quickened heart beat and it was getting harder to breathe.

"Please, please no." I begged. He got off me and picked me up. Then he carried me up the stairs to the attic. I tensed in his grip, knowing what was going to happen and praying that I could manage to keep my virginity in tact. I went to cry out for my mom but realized that I would do me no good. Her pain and sleep medications would have her knocked out and delirious all day. The step-dad opened the door to his "study" and set me down on the full sized bed.

"You won't be going to school today." he said unbuckled his pants. I looked away, not wanting to see it again. I could go the rest of my life without seeing another male-specific body part again, but he had other plans for me. One of his hands was suddenly gripping my hair and forcing me to my knees in front of him. He pulled on my hair hard.

"Look!" he said huskily, "Look at what you did to me". He yanked at my hair until I opened my eyes to see his stiff, over-sized member. "Now you're gonna fix it." he whispered as he thrust into my face. He tightened his grip on my hair to try to make me open my mouth to cry out, but I only bit down on my bottom lip.

"Open your mouth or I will start with your punishment first." he threatened. I gasped and he forced his way in. "If you bit me you'll get it worse," he said, "Now suck".

I did as he told me, tears leaking from my stinging eyes. He shuddered and his knees began to buckle. Before he could cum in my mouth, I spit him out and let him cum on the ground.

"G-good girl. Now come here. Your punishment won't be too bad because of the good job you did." he said motioning for me to stand up. I did and watched as he took off his belt and folded it in half. "Strip!" he barked. My mother was down stairs and doped out. He no longer cared if things got loud.

With shaking hands I unzipped my hoody and kicked off my shoes. Then I did away with my tank top, skinny jeans, and socks. I instantly regretted my choices in bra and panties. They were a nude with black lace set. I stood there waiting for him to bark a command only to instead feel his hands graze my waist and thighs. He trailed his hands to my hips and dragged my panties half way down my thighs and then sat on the bed, putting me over his knee.

"Now I want to hear you scream and beg and if you do well, then I'll give you a treat." he said. Then the belt came down hard making me scream in both surprise and pain. He brought it down again and again, getting harder with each swing until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop! Stop! It hurts!" I begged tears flowing freely. "OW! PLEASE!" I screamed again. After one more smack of the belt, he stopped and let me up.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked condescendingly. I glared at him.

"I learned that you're a not good, sick, Fuck!" I screamed. He smirked down at me.

"Now that's no way to speak to your therapist." he said. Then he started the process all over again. It was going to be a long day.

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