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Post by witch on Feb 16, 2017 21:14:08 GMT 10
The darkness of the basement was nothing new to the young Emma (White) it closed in on her like the rats that scampered over her pale form jingling the chains that held fast to not only to ankle and wrist but the collar 'round her neck as well.
The only source of light came through the crack at the bottom of her cell like door, the one that led to places unknown, long forgotten though if asked she may claim it was the doorway in which the devil entered her life.
Though his form was human and she had no real concept of hell the mistaken notion could be excused for how could it not when he had nothing but evil and pain planned within his mind? For it sure wasn't a fatherly gaze. No, the man that was meant to be Emma's father held only lust and something far darker when the gates of hell opened and he descend it was a look that weared her down without fail, chipped away until nothing was left save for the black and blue suit he let her wear.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 1:14:06 GMT 10
"On your feet girl," he said, hands going to his belt, fingers beginning to undo it as he slowly licked his lips, eyes roaming over her small form. "it's play time,"
Christine was on her hands and knees scrubbing the hallway floor of her families home, he six year old body hard at work to make the tiles shine brightly before her step mother got home with her half siblings, having been born from the affair she had had with the young girls father while her own mother was still alive and well. She sighed, stopping she tied her hair back yet again.
Christine was a very thin young girl, who had only just turned six yet had been used to this life for the last two years. She had once lived downstairs with her father and mother, but as soon as the marriage was official her new mother shoved her upstairs, not wanting to see the child that was proof she wasn't his first love. She had long golden locks that would shimmer and glimmer in the light when she was allowed to wash, her clothes were raggedy having been worn and washed repeatedly, changed only when too much of her young form was on show.
She got back to work, focusing on what she had to do as she always did to stop herself from crying her little heart out as she did every night when she was finally given permission to go to bed.
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 2:45:40 GMT 10
...Which wouldn't be for quite some time IF at all if her stepmother and two sisters had their way. Morning, noon and night it seemed they had a list of endless chores for her to complete and low betide if they weren't done. Now, some might claim this young girl to be like that of Cinderella but they couldn't be more wrong for there were no friendly mice, no singing birds, godmother or handsome prince or any prince for that matter.
Hearing the booming voice of order Emma quickly struggled to try and find her feet, each chain rattling sounding their well known song. The chain around her neck pulled slightly as she stood, a slight pressure said to be reminding her that she was forever owned not that the red welts around ankle, neck and wrists would ever let her forget for they bleed each night enticing the rats to feast.
It was partly the rats feeding like mini vampires that coursed her to be so pale, her skin never having touched sun being the other. Her long dark hair and even darker eyes all but dead and lifeless and she waited, always waited.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 2:56:57 GMT 10
She carried the large bucket over to the sink where she poured it out, refiling it with fresh clean water before continuing where she had left off. She sighed softly to herself, resigned to this life for the rest of hers.
"That's a girl, show master you can stand up for him, embrace him," he smirked, sliding his belt out and off as he undid his pants with one hands, grasping his bulge with his other
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:06:36 GMT 10
"Well, well, well. Look whose FINALLY started to have a wash" a voice suddenly sounded from behind a hidden smirk and upturned noise. "And I must say it's about time, you reek. Of course you're meant to be OUTSIDE not on the floor, you'll get it all dirty again."
Finally, on her feet, her breath somewhat rasped Emma reached out for him second guessing her EVERY move for even though this had been her life for years he always found something to fault, something to punish her for. To 'embrace' him could mean anything from simply hugging him or...getting that much closer to a certain part of his body, still reaching out slowly she wrapped her small arms around him feeling his hard body molding into her.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:27:37 GMT 10
She bowed her head, rising to her feet, hands folded in front of her "Beg your pardon miss, I didn't see you come in, may I get you anything?" She asked her older step sister
He picked her up, forcing his mouth upon hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he groaned in pleasure
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:35:39 GMT 10
"You can stop with the 'miss' thing for a start and just get back to work. as for not seeing me maybe if you stopped slacking off and worked for a change." She shook her head before moving about the room leaving muddy footprints in her wake. "You missed a spot."
Gasping the chains pulling tight Emma felt his tongue ever exploring stealing the very breath from her lungs as she tried to pull in more. She still wasn't used to his forceful ways or the ever different taste of him.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:38:24 GMT 10
She inwardly snarled, getting back on her knees she scrubbed the floor again, closing her eyes, fighting back the tears.
He dropped her, undoing her chains before picking her up again, carrying her over to the mattress in the corner, hiden by a curtain
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 3:48:14 GMT 10
"Crying again? How many times have I told you that tears never help anything? They are a waste of time and energy." The voice of her stepmother sounded as she entered the room. "Still not finished either? There will be not meals for you this day."
Landing with a thud before being lifted Emma's eyes looked ahead, not understanding where he was taking her. It was rare for him to unchain her let alone move her from her spot at the end of the stairs. Still, she said nothing not that she could, she dared not speak, not even a whisper of the few words she had come to know.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 3:57:17 GMT 10
"Yes ma'am," She said softly, rising to her feet, head bowed
He pushed his pants down and off, before he began to undo his shirt
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:04:22 GMT 10
"If you stopped with the bowing you maybe done by now. Get back to work child I would like this house spotless some time this week."
With that said she walked over to the counter seeing that no food seemed to have been cooked her hand sent dishes flying her anger rising.
She watched as she lay upon the bed unmoving from where he placed her, her small chest rising and falling hidden beneath her long hair that had never once been cut. It, in a way acted like a blanket, her only warmth most of the time until now it seemed for confusing though it was she could feel heat coming from him.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:07:36 GMT 10
She drew back, going to the floor she continued to scrub the floor clean. It had been her step mother who had instructed her to stop what she was doing, stand and bow her head when she or her daughters entrered the room
He tore of the shred of clothing she had on, pressing her into the bed with his body, kissing her again
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:15:30 GMT 10
"Where is the food?" her voice came through gritted teeth. "Did I or did I not tell you that your first task of EACH day it to make sure that the food is cooked for each meal before ANYTHING else? Is that to hard for you or do you simply wish to displease me?"
She moaned under him, his body heavy atop hers making her unable to move or breath. "Did I not say I wanted the girl pure when I gifted her to my son?" a new voice seemed to echo. "I will not pay for damaged goods."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 17, 2017 4:26:42 GMT 10
"No Miss, I don't wish to displease you, but you instructed me to do the house first today, Ma'am, I'm sorry."
He sighed heavily, nodding as he slowly stood up "Understood... Can you blame me? Look at her,"
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Post by witch on Feb 17, 2017 4:32:08 GMT 10
"Don't talk back to me you little brat and don't be sorry BE BETTER. Now come here, you must learn and therefore you must be punished." Taking hold of one of the canes within the stand near the door she flicked it through the air.
It is somewhat hard when you lie atop her." he said waiting for the man to stand. When he did he looked down at the small child "She could use some filling out a little more. I am unsure about my son of yet but I like a girl that has curves on her and not the kind that are bone. How is her training going otherwise?"
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