"Ngh… Daddy it hurts… Why does it always hurt?"
"Because you're small and Daddy's big sweetheart… Shh it's ok… Daddy loves you."
Harry let out a pained whimper as he felt his Father moving inside of him. But it was alright. It hurt because his Father loved him. His small hands reached up and gripped onto Norman's shirt, letting out another gasp of pain as his Father pushed his whole body forward.
"Hold on baby boy… Nearly done sweetheart…"
Harry whined as he felt the warm stuff fill him up and squirmed as his Father pulled away and lay next to him.
"You did good, Harry; come here and cuddle."
Everything went black before Harry woke up, glaring at his Father from his bed.
"I said no! I don't want to anymore! You took advantage of me when I was five years old, you sick fuck!"
"I am your Father and you will do what I tell you to do."
"I will NEVER strip myself for you to rape me. I'm 15. I'm not even legal to have sex consensually. Get the fuck out of my room."
Silence filled the room, both men glaring at each other, breathing harshly. Norman was the first to move, pinning a yelling Harry down.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!"
His voice began tight as he begged for someone to help him. He struggled against his Father's hands, kicking out as he tried to keep his shirt on. Fear was gripping him, starting to slow his movements as he whimpered.
"Please… Please don't do this again."
Harry started sobbing as his shirt was ripped off of his pale body. He tried to curl up as his Father started working on his belt; which was then used to tie his hands to the bed head. His sobs echoed around the large room when he felt his jeans and underwear get tugged down. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a scream of pain as he felt his Father slam into his body. Sobs racked his frail figure as he tried to bite back screams of pain; tried to ignore the betrayal of trust, trust his Father had been throwing into his face for eleven years.
Pain echoed around his body, tears and rips formed, and Harry was glad to find himself bleeding. At least there was some kind of lubrication; that would ease the pain, even if it were just a little. He breathed hard, trying to get his control back, trying to keep some composure; and his dignity with it.
"You feel that bad about yourself? Gotta rape your son to feel good about yourself? Hate yourself that much?"
Harry's head snapped to the side as Norman slapped him. Fresh tears pricked in the boy's eyes as he felt the sting take hold. He swallowed hard and grit his teeth, staring at the ceiling as he felt his Father beginning to go harder. He was close. This just needed to be over already. This horror needed to stop. Someone needed to wake up from this nightmare. His Father yelled out as he reached his climax and Harry yelled out.
...
Harry jerked awake and looked around, starting to panic when he realised Clint wasn't by his side.