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Chapter 1 : Escaping From Step-father

'Forgive me, Mom, but living under the same roof with your husband is something I can't bear anymore. I've had enough.' I admitted to myself guiltily.

"So you were the thief?!" Suddenly, a deep voice pierced through my ears. My heart nearly stopped as I turned to face my stepfather, taking a step back.

"My dear daughter has finally decided to show her face." He smiled playfully, putting a hand on my shoulder, stopping me in place.

'W-why isn't he at work? H-He reeks of a-alcohol!'

"Back off bastard! Get away from me!" I hissed like a snake, Slapping his hand away."Back off, or else..."

"Or else what?" he stared down at me, the corners of his mouth stretching into a mocking smirk."Your mother will be in America for a week. She won't find out a thing. Enough already. Come to me, sweetheart."

'Oh my God! Fucking Devil! If I knew he was at home, I would have never come at this time!' Now I regretted more than anything not bringing Samantha with me.

Come here!" grabbing my elbow with his paw-like hand, my stepfather pulled me towards him so forcefully that I lost my balance and crashed into his chest.

His grip tightened, and panic surged through me. "Let go of me!" I struggled, desperation in my voice.

He chuckled sinisterly, his alcohol-laden breath making me nauseous. "You can't escape, Sera. This is your home." He wrapped his hands around me in a tight hold.

"Back off, I said!" I spat out with anger.

"Ah!" A shiver ran through my whole body. My father had slipped his hands inside my loose jean, and was tightly grabbing onto my bare asscheeks!

"RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT YOU BASTARD!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Hoping for my voice to reach my friend waiting outside, but it was wishful thinking. The walls of my room were soundproof.

My father aggressively pushed me back and pinned my body against the wall with his towering figure.

"Ohh Look at you now, I thought your rebellious phase had already passed. But to think that I would still need to put some manners into you!" He grinned lusciously, forcing his body into me. From the back, his cold fingers brushed against my asscrack, sending a disgusting feeling to my very core.

My eyes widened in terror as I suddenly felt something hard pressing against my stomach. I looked down in shock only to see a huge bulge in my stepfather's pants tightly pressing against my vagina. There were clothes between our genitals. Even then, my stepfather's hard cock touching my vagina made me want to puke my lungs out.

"You bast-" A titling sensation came from my groin as he began to thrust his cock into me while tightly grabbing my bare ass, keeping my body under him. His dick was too hard for me to not feel even through the fabric of my jeans.

"P-please please..sniff..let me go...sniff," I sobbed. I tried to push his body away from me with as much force I could muster but it was all in vain. I couldn't stop tears from welling up in my eyes.

"Don't worry baby. Tonight I'll send you to heaven!" He grinned maniacally with bloodshot eyes and started to grind his cock against my vagina with even more aggressive thrusts. "Ahh...Once your father's cock enters your sweet little pussy. Hehe, you'll beg me to divorce your mother."

'Sick!' I was absolutely disgusted.' He's completely lost it. A-Am I really gonna get...raped here? I thought I would start a new life today.'

'No, I must...I...m-must not lose hope.' all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a flower vase resting beside my bed. And... It was within my arm's reach!

At that moment, regret and fear mingled, but a spark of determination ignited within me.

'I only have one chance.' A flickering ray of hope emerged from deep within my heart, engulfing my thoughts.

My eyes hardened and I looked up at the wicked man who was trying to forcibly take possession of my body.

He was no less about forty-five. Quite handsome and young-looking for his age, but it was still disgusting. The bastard was twice my age! I just didn't like older men, and more importantly, he was my mother's husband! If I did it with my mother's husband behind her back... Good Lord, what a disgrace! Hideous!

'I want you to die! You perverted old man!' I spat profanities in my heart but my face softened on the outside. I looked deeply into his obsidian black eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

The man froze for a moment and stared at me with a doubtful expression. However, at that moment I did something completely unexpected. Pulling his body more into me, I moaned and started to match his thrusts.

"Ahh..father please, Ahh...No," I moaned seductively. Like a maiden having a passionate night with his lover.

My father's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he looked at me in shock.

"You! What ar-

I grabbed his bald head and pulled his face his my neck. Reaching my lips close to his ears, I whispered. "Papa...Wreck me."

My father's whole body shook with intensity. He lost his rationality and lashed onto my neck like a starved wolf, kissing and biting. He started to thrust his cock into me with so much force that I thought my clothes would tear apart the next moment.

'A chance.' Right at that moment, I grabbed the vase and smashed it into the back of his head with as much force as I could muster.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh.......!"

He screamed in agony as deep red blood spewed from his bald head like a fountain.

I gasped in shock. 'Did I overdo it? No, this bastard deserves every bit of it.'

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhh......S-Sera, W-Wha-"

I freed my body from his sickly grasp and kicked him in the nuts with so much force that blood extinguished from his face. He staggered back, gasping for breath.

Giving out a last shout of pain, My stepfather rolled his eyes and then fell back with a thud. His body dropped on the cold floor of my room akin to a withered plant, most likely passed out.

With a sigh of relief, I grabbed my suitcase and cast one last glance at my stepfather's unconscious body.

"Die, you sickly bastard." With those parting words, I spat on his bloodied face and turned away, rushing downstairs.

Every step echoed with the urgency of escape, my heart pounding in sync. I needed to get out, away from the nightmare that had lingered for too long.

I swung the door open and bolted outside. Samantha was already out of the car. Judging by the fierce expression on her face and the metal rod about her own size that she was holding, my friend D was probably just about to come inside, ready to intervene.

"Get in!" she shouted in urgency, probably anticipating the worst from my dishevelled appearance. I didn't need a second prompt; I dove into the safety of the car, slamming the door shut behind me.

Samantha hit the gas, leaving the nightmare house behind. As the distance grew, a mix of relief and resolve settled within me. I had escaped, and this time, it was for good.