5:58.

I could actually do this. I was only 12 hours late... My lungs ached as I ran up the steps getting to your door. My breathing ragged as I watched the seconds on my watch tick. 4 3 2 1

I knock quietly the way you taught me and heaved deep breaths brushing my hair from my face realizing how rough I looked. It didn't matter, I was here.

The door opened with you glancing over my form. I bit my lip looking down.

"Technically, I'm not late. It is six and you never specified morning or night." My eyes grow wide as the words left my mouth. Why was I debating this? You nodded condescendingly causing me to get small. I wanted to be brave, but a single glare from you was enough to drain any drop of courage I had.

"No, I didn't my little lamb. You must feel proud of yourself." You motioned for me to enter. I walked in feeling your hand on the small of my back. I moved to go to your bedroom, but you turned leading me instead to a kitchen table. Pulling out a chair for me you order "Sit."

I obey crossing my arms over my chest shivering. You brought me a plate with eggs and toast along with your own. You join me pouring some tea into a cup beside me. I watched the actions trying figure out your motives. You began eating noting my watchful eyes.

"Eat."

I gingerly touch the toast before speaking,

"What are you doing?"

You looked up all innocent like what was going on was normal.

"Eating with my little lamb." You took a bite of egg gesturing for me to eat. I ignore it and push the plate away. "Fine, don't eat then. It is a little rude though."

I look down unfolding my arms placing my hands on the table. You continue eating and take my hand turning my palm up noticing the scratches.

"What happened love?" You acted kind and concerned, but it was all an act. I knew it had to be an act. I was nothing to you, but a plaything.

"I fell when I was running." I take my hand out of your grasp putting it in my lap.

"Are you alright lamb, you must be more careful?" You gasped mockingly causing my anger to flare.

"Oh, yes quite alright. My dear friend who assisted me with my locks allowed me to utilize his first aid skills." I gave a sweet smile glaring. I didn't care if it angered you; actually I wanted more than anything to get under your skin and when I see you grip your fork a little tighter I knew I had succeeded.

"Watch that, do watch that little lamb." Your eyes grew cold and body language changed. I smirked very satisfied with my victory.

We sit in silence while you continue eating the only sound being your fork scrapping the plate. I felt most of my fear changing to adrenaline. I felt antsy just sitting. I wanted a book or something, anything, but I refused to show I was uncomfortable. You finished taking your plate to the sink and then come over to the table in front of my chair.

"You were with him last night." It wasn't a question, you grab my shirt pulling me to my feet. I feel rage bubble in my stomach.

"What are you getting at?" I demanded matching your height and holding eye contact. It was scary, but I could do. I had to do it.

"You are testing my patiences today." You drug me towards your room. I stop moving.

"I'm not going in there." I snap making myself heavy. You turned looking me up and down.

"Very well." Without warning you tackled me to the ground pinning me. I kicked thrashing about and howl in anger. You placed your hand over my mouth using your weight to render me immobile. You move to my ear whispering:

"Shut your sodding rot. I'm growing quite tired from your tone and think its time you remember you proper place my malenky cunt." You grabbed my throat squeezing. I used my free hand and slap you as hard as possible. You released my neck, but keep me pinned working off my shorts. Your mouth attacks my own smothering me. You grope over my breast squeezing too hard and bruising them. I cry out twisting under you and clawing your skin. You yank me to my feet pulling me by my long pony tail towards your room.

"Why?" I whimper losing my strength both inner and physical. You yanked my hair forcing my head to look up.

"Stop talking." You growled throwing me against your door. I cough sinking to the ground huddling into myself like a scared child.

"There's my little lamb." You teased pulling me up as if I was as weightless as a rag doll. I stayed heavy, but you were so strong. You scooped me up throwing me on your bed. I curled up in the fetal position trembling knowing what was coming.

You tugged my legs apart touching my crotch through my panties.

"My my my, the little lamb got herself all excited last nochy didn't she." Your tone was snide, disgusted. Moving away from me you go to retrieve your cane. I scoot up on the bed trying to put as much distance between me and it as physically possible. You grabbed my ankle jerking me back to you and hold me still pressing the handle against my sex hard. I cry out in pain as you pushed it harder. You press it into me letting my moisture seep through the fabric.

"Get up." You growl releasing me.

I stumbled to my feet. You shove me onto the wall causing the pictures on the walls the rattle. I closed my eyes biting my lips. You pressed my chest with your cane forcing my back against the wall. Your nails dig into my hips scratching as your hand goes into my panties stroking me.

"He got you soaking wet." You observe yanking out and holding up your fingers to my face. You wiped them on my cheek and shake your head in anger. I grimace feeling cool air hit my skin. "Naughty lamb." You turned the handle of the cane pulling out your knife. Then I realized you were jealous. So incredibly jealous someone else had my attention and affection and you were livid at the thought of someone else touching me.

You pressed the blade on my cheek throwing the cane across the room. It landed with a great crash. Tugging my hair you forced my neck up. The tip travels down my face to my jaw. You let it drag in a lazy fashion relishing the way I recoiled from it squeezing my eyes shut. It traces a slow line across my neck the coolness of the metal keeping me still. The cool blade gets to the collar of my shirt pausing. I opened my eyes hopeful you had finished the cruel game and were satisfied. You glare at the shirt gripping it tight. It dawns on me I still wore his shirt. You make a small cut before tearing it down the front violently. The sound of the ripping fabric was deafening in the small room. You dragged me to the bed slamming me down by the throat.

"Now viddy here devotchka, I haven't the slightest idea where your rebellion is coming from, but let's get things nice and sparkling clear right right?" You press the knife on my shoulder nicking my skin. I yelp gasping, out of instinct I push your chest. You dig the blade deeper.

I dropped my hands panting in fear.

"Dobby malenky lamb." You moved the blade letting me up. I stayed down trembling touching the cut feeling warm blood seeping through my fingers. I felt woozy, but managed to stand. It wasn't bad. If I kept telling myself that maybe I wouldn't panic.

"Come here"

I looked up to you in only my sports bra and panties walking over. You trace a hand over my arm watching as I shudder. You place soft kisses on my shoulder where you cut me, your fingers massaging my breast through the sports bra.

"Take this off so I can see my lamb's lovely groodies." You popped the strap and continued the affections on my neck.

"I'm not your lamb." I hissed in frustration. I didn't want this, I hated it. Hated your kisses, hated your hands, hated it all.

You sigh and before I can dodge it you back hand me so hard I'm knocked off balance. You slam me face down on your mattress tugging down my panties and I could hear your zipper.

"No!" I cry trying in vain to scoot away. You slap my bottom harder than ever and I could feel the hand print forming.

It hurt so much worse. Even with the sticky disgusting gel you used I had never felt something so intrusive and... Horrible. I had to bite the mattress to stifle my screams. You rutted into me in a jerky pace.

"You brought this on yourself little sister." You growled pushing further. I could feel the blood trickling down.

It went on much longer and hurt. Oh, it hurt so terribly.

"A tight ass you have my love." You groaned as your nails dug into my hips rocking me onto you. I let out a whimper much to my discontent. I mutter into the fabric.

"What was that love?" You go slower pulling all the out teasing and forcing yourself back in.

I say it louder into the fabric. You spread my legs further pushing three digits into me.

"Loud enough for Uncle Alex to hear you dear."

When I don't respond you give a particularly sharp thrust causing me to cry out in agony.

"I'M SORRY!" I screamed reaching up to the head board trying to pull myself away, but your tight grasp on my hips prevented any movement. My elbows collapse leaving me face down once more. You quicken your pace pressing my face down into the bed. I could feel your 'yarbles' as you called them against my skin as you rammed yourself deeper and deeper.

"Please, Alex! Please!" I begged. I hadn't done that yet and you realize it too. You continue the pace, but start stroking my back almost lovingly.

"Tell me you're my malenky cunt." You allow me to rest on my elbows once more.

Pride no longer mattered I just needed you to stop.

"I'm your little cunt Alex." It tasted like poison, but you added more of the goo which lessens the pain just slightly.

It went on like that with me repeating filthy words back you. The thrust were shallow now and I was exhausted.

"Tell me you love me."

I begin, but froze shutting my mouth. Your hand stops on my back. I couldn't get the words to come out. You pulled out and flipped me over. Your blue eyes studied my tear stained face. Despite all my best efforts I couldn't hold those ones back.

"Well?" You push my bra up revealing my breast. I stared up at the ceiling unable to say what you desired.

"Get on with it then." I declared weakly detaching myself from what you would do next.

You stroked my face kissing my nose and ram yourself into my core. I grimace, but at least it didn't hurt quite as much.

"What an interessovating devotchka you are."

HI!

I'm really, really sorry the updates on everything got messed up. I've been sick for the pass month-ish and had zero desire to write, or move for that matter. I better though and ready to continue. Mockingbirds will get updated soon I promise. Baby steps.

Demon Barber: Thank you for noticing his ambiguous behavior! I wasn't sure if that was translating right. I want to keep the audience unclear of his intentions. I feel the protagonist is also at a loss for what he actually wants.

TheWeasleysBoys: No, I had that chapter solely to show how manipulative he can be. He strives on control and by making her feel pleasure is yet another way to dominate her.

Weewuns: HI! Can't remember if I've already greeted you or not, but HI! I may start to explore Stockholm Syndrome because it is something I feel is not addressed enough in ACO writing (or at least in a precise way), but I haven't decided. Thanks for the review.

Alrightly.

BYE

Hazel