"So how was school then?" Frank asked as he walked into the living room where Carla sat. He held two steaming hot mugs in his hands and his top few buttons lay undone showing a large chunk of his chest Carla did not want to see.
"Same as any other day really" She shrugged in response. He had given her time to think and she now realised maybe she was best going along with this fantasy he had. She might of only been thirteen years of age, but Carla was smart, she knew how the minds of adults worked and hopefully by playing along he would soon get bored and leave."How was your day?" She asked, gently smiling as he placed the two mugs on the coffee table before taking a seat beside her.
"Much better now I'm with you my darlin'" Frank happily sighed as he wrapped an arm around Carla's small delicate frame.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I just didn't expect ya to be here y'know." She began, shuffling along the seat to give him a cuddle. It didn't feel right, it felt wrong, so wrong and so horrible, but she was living on the hope that one day, soon, this would pay-off and she could return to her former lifestyle, not having to worry when Frank could next turn-up. "I promise it won't happen again." She finished, a smile she hoped didn't look to fake plastered across her face.
"Ya can make it up to me later then." Frank replied, also flashing her a small smile while she felt his hand moving closer and closer towards her short black mini skirt, the one she wore for school. The look upon his face, turned her stomach to nerves. Surely he wasn't considering this.
"I'm sort of tired tonight, maybe we could leave this till another night ey" She asked placing her hand in his, hoping he would get the hint.
"Just you remember I'm in charge of this relationship. What I want, we do. You don't have a say, got it?" He growled in response.
Carla sighed, scrunching her eyes shut as he continued invading her skirt with his hands. She was annoyed in herself for believing she had a chance at defeating the man beside her. She could never win against him, he had to much power over her and her family.
"Touch me. Go on.. I don't like you're apparent lack of enthusiasm." She felt his breath against her neck as he bent down to whisper in her ear. It sent shivers down her back – he really was being serious about this.
"Touch me I said!" He ordered, delivering a painful slap to her thigh. Wincing in pain as the patch of flesh began to sting she slowly moved her hand over to his legs. She didn't know what he was expecting. She had barely ever had a relationship that lasted more than a week, never mind experienced the intimate actions he was wanting.
"C'mon then. I want a little more action." He started, as he began to unbuckle his belt. "I'm not some teenager Carla, touching and petting doesn't do it for me anymore." Carla gulped down as she watched him unzip and lower his trousers. She was close to tears, struggling beyond all levels to hold them in. She was scared, it wasn't supposed to be like this.
"What do you mean?" She questioned. "I've never done this before Frank. What do I do?"
"What do you think you're going to do ey little whore? I want you're hands pleasuring me over and over again until I say to stop." She felt she had no choice but to obey so she did. And it was awful.