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Emma slowly stirred herself after passing out. She glanced around the room trying to familiarise herself with the surroundings. Somehow she managed to get into her bedroom and her body was laid out on the bed, her legs spread apart. Her head felt as if it was spinning, making it hard to focus on what was going on.
She gasped loudly as she looked up and realised that her father was on top if her. His protruding stomach pressed tightly against her chest making it hard to breath and the smell of booze and cigarettes were lingering on his stagnant breath.
She tried to release herself from him but his weight was too much to move, his eyes had a darkened look about them and he grinned pleasingly.
"You're going to love every second of this Emma and I expect you to be a good girl for me." he snarled
Emma tried to shout but the words couldn't escape her mouth. She felt his large hand grip over her mouth as he stopped her from making a sound. Her breathing became more erratic and her heart was beating like a drum.
His hands groped over her breasts and the blonde tried to squirm away from his dirty touch. He pulled out a reel of tape from his pocket and quickly taped her mouth before she could utter a scream.
He unzipped his trousers rubbing one hand over his genitals, forcing the young girl to watch. He pulled down her panties, letting his hands run all over her body. The sweet smell of her perfume drifted through his nose which excited him even more.
The blonde tried to focus her mind on other things as a distraction from what was really happening and she turned the opposite way of her father, just seeing him staring down at her was enough to make her stomach churn.
Emma felt a throbbing sensation in her sex and she turned her head away as she watched her father zip his trousers back up.
He strolled out of the room and left the blonde to come to terms with what had happened. Her body froze in shock, she still couldn't believe what had happened especially by the person that was supposed to look after her.
Emma slowly shuffled into the bathroom trying to hold her legs close together in order to relieve some of the pain. She crouched down at the base of the toilet clutching tightly at her stomach. She vomited violently down the toilet and tears streamed down her flushed face.
She leant over to the grimey looking bath tub and turned the taps which made a creaking noise from the rust. The water gradually trickled out and Emma removed her top and bra. As the bath filled with the steaming liquid Emma eased herself in, gripping onto the edge of the tub.
The temperature of the water was much hotter than she expected but it relaxed her body and helped to numb the pain that she was experiencing. She grabbed the nearest bar of soap and lathered the sponge. The texture of the sponge was rougher on one side which helped to scrub her body clean.
Emma scraped at her skin with the sponge, trying to remove the feeling of dirtiness that covered her body. As much as she scrubbed at herself the feeling wouldn't disappear. Her skin changed to a darker shade of red and the skin became more tender.
The blonde dropped her head onto her knees, she let out a deep breath and broke down into floods of tears. She couldn't comprehend how someone could be such an animal and how no one seemed to care.
She lifted her head from her knees and picked up the razor that was resting on the edge of the bath. She pulled her arm from the heat of the water and propped it over the bath. She pushed the razor deep into her skin causing the previous cuts to open up more than before. She watched as the blood dripped onto the floor. A pool of blood accumulated across the bathroom floor and the colour drained from her. Emma stared into the rippling water as her body slid under.