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Kick, scream, thrash, claw. Fight back like your life depends on it. It only makes your cunt feel so much better. Don't stop, keep lubing my cock with your struggles. Show me just how alive you are, I want to crush that life under my full weight.

Let me jam my blade in your stomach, dig around and itch your guts out bloody. We'll paint such a pretty picture on the floor.

Holding you under the scalding shower spray. Your body bucks, lungs screaming for air that's just more water. You swallow it, choke on it, drown on it. He pulls you up just to watch you puke up a river onto the tiles, only to shove you back down and begin again.

"You know nothing about me." It's your favorite line. Lets you be a flaky, cold bitch whenever you want. They get the version you feel like giving them, the fun one, the sad one, and that's it. The fucked up shit is yours. Let them love the idea of you. The reality would ruin it.

Dead girls can't say no.

He packs your lunch, zips up your pink, glittery backpack and sends you off to school. Hours later, his hand is gripping that same strap, your little body rocking with each thrust. The cheap plastic gems digging into his palm. The little bell on your backpack jingling.

Your boyfriend stumbles through his feelings, buys you cheap flowers. He's just a boy playing house. Daddy doesn't play. Daddy knows exactly what you need without asking. How could a child ever compare to the man who made you? First place was never a contest.

Noticing the way he sighs before answering your questions. The "I'm fine" or "It's nothing". The way his phone is always face-down now. You learn to make yourself smaller, quieter. Apologizing for things you didn't do, just in case. You are so, so careful and still always wrong.

Calling it "medicine" for her nerves. Pouring the fiery whiskey down her throat until she chokes on it. She looks better like this, a sweet, docile thing. The drink just melts those sharp edges away, leaving a warm, suggestible girl who won't even remember what comes next.

gently licking dadas grownup cock through the bars of my crib like a little dog :3

That desperate, sick ache in your veins is the only thing keeping you alive. You'll kneel for anyone who promises to give you another hit. Your mouth, your cunt, your soul, it's all just another vein to tap for the next fix.

Dad's personal pornstar, taught how to pose for the camera just right. How to pout your lips, arch your back and take his cock. Your favorite part of the week is movie night, curled up on his lap, watching the tape of you being his good little girl all over again.

Being raped with the barrel of a hunting rifle as he feathers the trigger, telling you how close he is to blowing it all in your guts.

You're just a lost little lamb, never fit in with the rest of the flock, always alone. So when the wolf finds you and sinks its teeth in deep, you don't run. It hurts, it burns, you shiver in terror, but the warmth of its fangs hold you tighter than anyone else ever has.

"Who's my big girl? That's right, you're my big girl. Papa's so proud of you honey."

Waking up rock hard with your mind clouded by feral thoughts of her, still half asleep, your eyes barely open. Slipping your hand under your pants, beginning to jerk off, consumed by your perverted fantasies and deep desire for her as you catch yourself grunting her name.

Dug you up myself, with these fingernails. From the soft earth behind the shed. Your bones are so clean now, after all the boiling and scrubbing. They've yearned for my caress, haven't they? For me to finally bind our souls together.

Molly on your tongue, sweet and chalky. The world turns all bright and fuzzy, your limbs feel like warm honey. Someone's hands are on you, guiding you onto a bed. It feels so good to be touched. You giggle as your clothes come off, too doped-up to find the word 'no'.

"Aw baby, I know, I know. It's okay, it'll feel good in a second, I promise. Shhhh, we're almost there, you're doing so well. Just a bit more, for me, okay? Hush now, no more tears. See? It's not so bad, it feels good now, doesn't it? It's okay to like it, you can tell me."

★ wound fucking ★