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When Bella was a little girl, she had been terrified of the dark. So much so that she'd insisted on sleeping with her bedroom light on. Renee complained all the time about how it was jacking her electric bill up, used to threaten to turn the light off when she was in trouble. Of course, when she did, Bella would cry and scream to the point where she was physically sick. That would also piss Renee off, so she decided to give up the fight with the light if that meant she didn't have to clean puke off the floor.

By the time Bella hit eleven, though, the dark hadn't scared her anymore. Even now, locked inside a windowless room, it wasn't the darkness that scared her. No, it was the monster on the other side of the door. The man who was supposed to be her father. He wasn't her father, though. Not anymore. Perhaps, not ever. He'd never wanted her, anyway. He'd been forced to pay child support, forced to talk to her on the phone, forced to see her on occasion. The only reason he hated her was because she was threat to his reputation. His lesbian daughter.

By the time she heard the sound of the door being unlocked, she'd longed stopped crying. The tape covering her mouth had made it difficult to breath, and ropes were digging into her bare arms, thanks to the skimpy dress she'd worn on her date with Alice.

All thoughts of the love of her life were pushed away when the door to the room opened and Charlie walked back into the room. He'd taken off his shirt and changed into a pair of jeans that hung loosely on his hips. His hair was messy, like he'd been running his fingers through it, and his eyes dark and cruel. He smiled as he walked over and knelt in front of her again, placing his hands on her knees.

"You should have known better than to turn against me, Bella. I'm your father," he gritted, digging his nails into her thighs.

She winced, but managed not to scream. Of course, that just spurred him on more. He raked his fingers up her thighs, dipping his fingers under the skirt of her dress. Like Alice had. Her eyes filled with tears as he touched the outside of her panties.

"I watched you with her," he said, dragging his finger on the outer edge of her panties. "On the Ferris wheel. Watched as she touched you. Like whore. That's what you are, isn't it? You're a whore."

Bella couldn't stop the sob that erupted from inside her chest, muffled by the tape over her mouth as tears seeped down her face. She shook her head, telling him no. No, she wasn't a whore. No, don't touch her. Just telling him no.

"Liar," he snarled, pulling his hands from under her skirt and standing up, one hand grabbing the back of her head, while the other hand gripped her neck, his fingers digging into her skin. "I've seen the videos of you and that little bitch in Arizona. I saw the way she touched you. Putting her fingers inside you," he groused, tightening his grip around her neck as he leaned closer to her. "I knew then that you were one of those fucking queers. And you know how you cure queerness, Bella?" he asked, shifting so that he was straddling her as he leaned down so that his lips were just outside the tape covering her mouth. "You fuck them until all they want is dick."

She screamed against the tape, tried to shake her head, not that she could move with his hands holding her head still.

"Thought Jacob would be man enough to teach you the errors of your way, but he wasn't." Charlie smiled. "I am, though."

Charlie pressed his lips against the tape covering her mouth again, and again, she screamed, trying to get him to stop. Though, nothing she did was going to stop him, she knew that as soon he pulled away from her, and started undoing the rope around her torso. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, her ankles still bound by zip ties as he easily lifted her off the chair, walking out of the small room without a window and carried her through the cabin and into the bedroom, where she found out, they weren't alone. Standing next to the large king size bed was the man she'd just learned was her grandfather. Clearly, fucking her straight was going to be a family affair.

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