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Post by witch on Dec 4, 2015 12:30:23 GMT 10
"Well you certainly took your time didn't you? And look, couldn't even clean yourself up, it's bad enough we have to look at you let alone smell you." her steep sister teased on her way past.
Emma's eyes squeezed closed as she felt his iron like grip, she could feel his fingers dig into her jaw. She refused to cry, to beg however knowing that she was already in trouble for something.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 6, 2015 21:05:42 GMT 10
She stayed silent, keeping her head bowed as she fixed her focus onto her shoes
"Aww what's wrong, am I hurting you dolly?"
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Post by witch on Dec 6, 2015 21:19:20 GMT 10
"Lest you could do is wash every once in awhile, TRY at least"
Emma didn't answer, couldn't. Feeling his nails biting in, tears coming to her eyes as she tried to breath through the pain. Did he know that he could brake her jaw by holding it like he was?
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 11, 2015 7:44:25 GMT 10
"yes ma'am," she said softly, closing her eyes as she did her best to remain composed
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Post by witch on Dec 11, 2015 22:55:49 GMT 10
Trying her best to hold herself together, Emma's fingernails found their way into his palms. She could feel HIS fingers boring in more and more as a small tear finally escaped and ran down her cheek. Behind her eyes she begged, begged as she shivered, hoping that he may simply forget about inflicting her pain and instead focus on his pleasure.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 12, 2015 10:21:18 GMT 10
Once the family had eaten she cleared the table of their plates, taking them downstairs to clean them all. As the water touched her skin she let herself day dream lightly about her beloved mother, about the life and promise she had lost the moment she had lost her.
"Damn, why can't you age quicker... I'll have blue balls by the time your ready"
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Post by witch on Dec 12, 2015 11:39:48 GMT 10
"STOP DAY DREAMING AND GET TO WORK, I swear I don't know why we keep you."
Ready? Emma questioned. Ready for what? She knew that she belonged to him for some reason, that the lessons he gave her were building up to something though to this day she didn't know what. Instead of thinking about that she wondered if she should try and answer his question, was it one he wanted an answer to or....
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 12, 2015 12:03:08 GMT 10
SHe scrubbed the dishes, closing her eyes as she chewed the inside of her cheek
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Post by witch on Dec 12, 2015 12:07:09 GMT 10
"Useless, MOM if she isn't going to do anything can't we just sell her?"
"P...Please m..master....I..." she tried to force out words, to answer him, to please "L..Lesson?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 12, 2015 12:15:21 GMT 10
"I will not have her spoken about like that!" Christine's fathers snapped, glowering as his step child, "less you are going to help her be silent you little brat,"
"Soon..."
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Post by witch on Dec 12, 2015 12:18:41 GMT 10
"How dare you talk to me like that, You're not my father, you can't tell me what to do."
She stood before him, her chest heaving the ache in her jaw getting worse. "P..please m..master...I..I wish to...to learn."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 16, 2015 0:36:13 GMT 10
"I own this house, this land, you spend my money so I own everything you've ever bought, if you want to stay here you will shut that vile mouth of yours now!"
"I SAID SOON!"
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Post by witch on Dec 16, 2015 12:11:36 GMT 10
She glared at her step father knowing she'd make him pay and pay dearly.
Emma knew better then to speak again, to push, instead she tried harder to hold back the tears, the pain and simply wait.
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