And here we are at chapter two! Thank you for reading this far! Enjoy

I warn you if you are sensitive to certain things that cause angst then don't read this chapter. Things like abuse, and rape are present… I need to warn you even if I wanted it to stay a surprise D:

Also this chapter really resembles another one I have read though I would like you to know I did not copy. I tried to keep it as separate from that chapter as possible but it was hard. Still its fanfiction…

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Chapter Two

Boa Hancock arrived back home in an instant. Her sisters against the idea of leaving so early but in the end gave in to her persuasion. They didn't understand why but they accepted it and quickly went to their respective rooms like Hancock had asked them to. Of course their mother was surprised to see them back so quickly since she had permitted them to go, but their stepfather was not, even if he tried to feign innocence.

He gave Hancock and knowing nod and exited the room. Hancock said goodnight to her mother and also exited the room, making her way to her own bedroom. She walked in and behind her the door was closed by the second person in her room. Her stepfather.

"Did you enjoy the party?" His disgusting voice whispered hoarsely in the room.

Hancock didn't say anything and slipped off her jacket and threw it to the side of the room. She felt things went easier if she just didn't say anything. The man didn't need to know how weak she was.

"Like promised, I will stay off your sisters, that is what you want right?" He asked. Hancock could hear the smile in his voice so again she said nothing, he already knew the answer anyway.

"You're late. Even after I gave you so much freedom" He said again, this time advancing on her, pushing her hands on the bed. His own hands already roaming around under her shirt.

Hancock bit her lip from letting out an angry sob the tears already streaming down her face.

"Hush, hush… you need to be quiet darling… don't want mother to find you seducing me, now do you? I mean really, you are such a naughty girl!" With that he opened the drawer and pulled out the blood encrusted whip.

"Do I need to remind you of your place again?"

Hancock started to shake her head frantically but the lashes came anyway, even through her shirt she felt the pain sting on her not even fully healed skin. This had been going on for two years now, as soon as Hancock had turned sixteen her step father had started to come to her room, almost every night. Her mother had no idea but she couldn't tell or he would go a after her sisters. She didn't have a choice.

Eighteen lashes each time he felt like it, every year he would add another one for her birthday. The frequency luckily lessoned however he was rougher, so no real drastic change there.

"Let's make this quick and not have mother worry!"

Hancock bit down on her lip again, hot blood flowing into her mouth. This was the only thing she could do to keep herself from sobbing and alerting the house. Her shirt was probably also ruined by now. Great…

Her stepfather lent into her, Hancock could feel his pulsing member through her jeans as her unbuckled her belt and yanked down her clothes. Without warning he shoved himself into her trusting at a horrible speed. It was like sand paper to her, though eventually it would slide better because against her wishes her body enjoyed him. Maybe not at first but eventually over the two years her body grew accustomed to him and started to enjoy his penetration.

Her stepfather chuckled as he felt her get wet from him.

"You really are a dirty girl aren't you?"

Another lash from the whip

"You enjoy this; you can't even hide it you little bitch"

Another lash.

He wasn't gentle as his trusts got harder making her whole body jolt. His hands sliding under her bra and caressing her nipples roughly. She bit down on her lip harder willing her eyes to stop streaming but they would not. She hated this, more than anything, still her body betrayed her.

"I..I'm coming…" Hancock gasped out with self-loathing pity as she was slowly started to reach her climax.

"Then come you little fucking bitch!" He himself gasped out with a smile in his voice. He pushed Hancock's head into the bed roughly as he rocked his body into her roughly. Hancock's knees buckled and she felt like she was going to collapse forward at his thrusts but he held her up and occasionally whipped her some more.

"Fucking whore" He spat out as he was starting to climax, using what was his version of dirty talk.

Sadistic prick! Thought Hancock waiting for the disgusting bastard to leave. Once done, he pulled out and pushed her onto the bed, her trousers at her ankles and her shirt in tatters.

"You act as if you don't like it, but if you really didn't, you wouldn't want to keep me all to yourself!" He laughed at her hoarsely his hands covered in blood from her back, his penis covered in semen, yet he still acted as if it was all her doing.

He pulled up his trousers and exited her room, locking the door behind him so he could take a shower.

He always locked her door. She could unlock it herself from the inside but it was a precaution for no one to walk in on her covered in his blood and semen, and there she stayed hugging her knees to her tightly rocking herself waiting for the pain go away.

Hancock may have dozed off, she wasn't entirely sure but everything still hurt as she managed to crawl out of bed in the morning. Next to her were birth control pills with water and she was at least wearing her underwear again. He did that, he didn't want children but him pulling up her underwear confused her, at least he had some compassion.

Hancock took the pills silently and made her way to her backroom, locking the door behind her to make sure the prick didn't decide for a second round.

She checked herself out in the mirror. Nothing really noticeable on the front, just her lip but that was easily covered with some red lipstick. Her back of course was a horrible mess, but it always was. She knew to always keep her back hidden. The scars would ever leave either way and her giant burn mark was already enough to get questions. She always changed alone, she was able to keep it a secret thus far, even from her sisters who suspected something but knew never to ask.

The burn mark… the first offence from that bastard. His way of marking her as his. His methods could have been better. Her stepfather had taken a big hot pan and merely pressed it against her back the first time she was left alone with him. Since then she had accumulated so many scars that she had lost count.

Hancock stepped into the shower and thought about nothing, something she practiced. It helped her cope. She washed away the semen and blood and stepped back out.

Her shirt was the first thing she put on, tight and showing off her mid drift slightly but not her back. She dressed like this before, she couldn't exactly change her style rapidly people would notice but she had grown accustomed to wearing very long coats just in case. No one questioned them. If that wasn't enough she kept her hair long to cover it up just in case, though her stepfather was nice enough to leave the scars at the top of her back.

Hancock added red lipstick to her lips to hide her scabs and exited the door trying to act normal. Not very difficult since it was such a common occurrence anyway.

At the breakfast table everyone chatted away casually about the day. Her mother asking all sorts of innocent questions. She knew nothing about what was happening to her daughter but Hancock hated her anyway, for not noticing that she married a monster and the horror that was befalling her first daughter. The same horror that would befall her other daughters had Hancock promised never to tell and allow him to take her without resistance.

She couldn't resent her sisters for it but sometimes she wish they would notice so that her mother could kick the prick out. Though then he would kill them like he had threatened. No way out.

In silence Hancock ate her food and then left for school with her sisters. Before leaving however she stated.

"I'll be late tonight, I have dance!" Her mother nodded cheerfully but her stepfather said nothing. She wasn't forbidden but he was very controlling on when she should be home, merely looking for any excuse to "punish" her.

She knew that when she got home he would whip her again, or even worse but she loved to dance, it was her way of fighting him.

Thank you for reading this. I know it's kinda sad . But now you know how she gets her scars!