Redemancy

41.

TW: rape
Amara

I've never felt this horrible before. All ten of my fingers have been broken, the pain is excruciating.

After some French dude broke all of my beautiful fingers, I spit right in his face.

Stupid asshole.

Soon after, my beloved father returned to the room, tears streaming down my face as I couldn't stop screaming because of the pain.

We had quite a long conversation; or well, he talked and I tried my best not to listen to whatever he had to say, having no interest in him.

But to him, it was disrespectful. Truthfully, what did he expect? He didn't accept it though, as he threw his fists towards my face, blood staining my lips.

"Don't be so weak, I'd expect those years with Patrick would've hardened you, but I guess you're not there yet?" Father says right in my face, his eyebrows furrowing as a disgusting grin appeared on his face.

I never thought I'd be able to hate my own father.

"Moureau, faites ce que vous voulez avec elle; Endurcis-la, de la manière que tu veux. Je m'en fiche."
{Translation: do whatever you want with her; toughen her up, in whichever way you like. I don't care.}

What my father says truly shocks me the most, I never thought he'd say that. And by the devilish smirk on this Moureau's face, I can sense what he's about to do to me.

Why are men like this?

Expecting my father to get out of the room, he decides to stay, along with my mother.

God, these people are sick.

"Get your disgusting pig hands off of me you French nitwit. I will kill you." I say, groaning as he unties my hands. Though it doesn't change much, I can barely feel anything there anymore.

"Americans and their threats, never able to live up to them. It's pathetic." He says in a French accent, taking me out of the chair before throwing me on the hard ground.

My hands hit the floor only harder, the remaining feeling in my fingers slowly fading away. "You're getting what you deserve, bitch. Now I can finally find out what Patrick and his friends were talking about."

Of course, he knows Patrick. That man has brought nothing good into my life.

I start to scream as loud as I can, at the top of my lungs, my throat hurting already but I know I can't stop. I need someone to hear me. Someone needs to save me.

Within seconds, a hand muffles my mouth. Wasnt a very wise decision, as I bite into the hand with my teeth, causing the French asshole to grunt before turning me around onto my back, the back of my head hitting the floor hard.

As I was wearing my school uniform, I'm unfortunately not wearing any pants, causing me to only be more accessible to him.

I struggle under his strong hold, trying to at least close my legs, but all my energy has gone up due to the breaking of all my fingers, no strength inside me to fight him back.

He undoes his belt before pulling out his tiny ass dick, and I see an opening for me, something I should be able to do easily. I hope.

I kick his tiny ass dick, the sight is even disgusting. As I kick him, he falls back and screams out in pain.

What a wuss.

I start to stand up before two large men come walking toward me, and I yell as loudly as I can. I truly should've been a more sporty person, since due to how slow I ran from them, they caught me within seconds.