Breathe, just…breathe. It's what she reminds herself to do, in order to get past the pain, and stifle the scream building in her throat. Fear overwhelms all of her senses. She knows her pleas will go unheard, through the iron grip of icy fingers over her lips.
Bile burns up her throat as he grunts his release in her ear. He makes the very sound of her name something so repulsive that she winces in disgust. The very voice that makes her freeze with terror seems so—reverent.
The erratic thrust of his hips finally ceases all together. "Such a good girl." He whispers, quickly pulling out of her, to tuck himself back in to his worn jeans.
She struggles to gulp in a breath, (her earlier mantra to remind herself, forgotten, now that he has finished with her for the night.) involuntarily, she finches before remembering to control her actions. She prays silently, that she will soon wake up from this nightmare—beseeching every god that she can think of to help her, just like every other night that he visits her bed.
She's starting to believe that they've all but forsaken her. No one ever comes to her rescue.
She swallows heavily—he's touching her again. She never understands how he can be so gentle, as he brushes her flowing tears from the cheeks he bruised early. She can hardly stand it. She's rather take the pain of his cruelty than suffer his kindness.
"Hush baby. Shh… don't cry."
Oh how he makes her wish that she'd never been born!
It's like he doesn't realize how badly he's just brutalized her…
She never wanted to be his baby.
The mattress rises as his weight is lifted from it. He dares to stand over her, taking in her disheveled state, before re-dressing her like some life-sized doll. She can feel him pull the covers back over her nearly unresponsive body.
How lovingly he tucks her back into the bed that he's just violated her in. The audacity he has! He softly kisses her on the forehead, stopping briefly to remind her, in that bone-chilling whisper, "Daddy loves you."
She forgets once more to breathe.