My eyes opened.

I turn my head back, to see my arm dripping blood into the bathtub. I stare at the mirror, as a shocking memory pasts through my mind.

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My father, a rich business man, had come home evidently drunk, staggering his way into home as I peered through the stairway.

"Diana?" He calls, as my eyes widen as his sudden voice alarms me.

"Diana? Come downstairs." I clench my fists, obeying his orders as I began stepping downstairs.

As I stepped onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, he stood there with sinful eyes, a sharp dagger in his hand and an unfamiliar object in another.

"Is something the matter?" I hesitantly asked, taking one step back.

"Might I tell you something?"

"Yes.. Father..?" I could now clearly see the strange object in his hand, my adrenaline racing quickly now.

"Let's.. Do something."

"..." In silence, I didn't know what to do.

"It's either this knife, or this." He visually showed me the knife, and pointed to his pelvic area.

"F-Father.. Why?" I knew what I had to do, run and call the police or risk an action that I would never dare do. "I choose the knife.."

"Silly Diana, there is no option for you."

This moment, this tiny gap of time I had left was the only way I could run.

My eyes wandered off to the front door, as I got prepared to sprint. I took one step forward, as I began to run off into the hallway, but felt a sudden pull from my back. I looked back, as I saw father's hand grabbed on my arm.

"It's too late," he responded, as he threw me against the wall, as I screamed in pain.

He began slowly walking towards me, unbuckling his belt.

"Father.. I'll never forgive you for this.. Drunk or not.. I-I hate you.." I muttered.

He takes all of his lower clothing off and stands in front of me with an odd grin on his face. I close my eyes, trying not to look as I feel my undergarments being slowly torn away.

"This is going to be fun, I'm telling you now," he murmurs softly into my ear.

I whimper, too afraid to speak or move. I lost my only chance to escape, but Heaven knows I tried..

"Stop.. Father. You're making a huge mistake.."

He laughs, ignoring my comment and continues.

Then he starts positioning his large tip at my entrance, which I didn't even know was there. My mind races, thinking of ways to get out of this. He may be drunk, but I may be able to convince him to stop.

"B-b-but, I'm on my period." He doesn't seem to care.

Tears begin flooding my eyes.

He tells me, "Get ready to have the best experience of your life."

I see him push his penis into me, my insides somehow fitting him. "Oh, you are so tight in there," he groans. I feel like I'm on fire, burning inside..

I stop whimpering, and he notices and starts to pump in and out of me. I've read about this being the best parts, when It starts getting intense.

But somehow I don't feel it. There will be no climax. There will be no pleasure. It will only be blood, sweat and tears. I start to get used to him pumping rapidly when I hear him say, "Oh shit Diana, that's it. That's it! Feels so fucking good." I feel warm liquid inside of me, and I know those are his juices. I am afraid I will become pregnant, even though I have been on the pill since age 14, he didn't even bother to use a condom.

"Now, wasn't that excellent?"

He lets go of me, tossing me aside as he continues his way upstairs. I stare at the blade he left on the kitchen counter. I have a chance to escape.. To run from him..

But I don't. I close my eyes, releasing my muscles as I fall asleep.

I can't bring myself to ever kill him.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed the story!

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Cinnabun and Chan