knows that it’s taking my entire will to walk away and leave him here in the company of these people. Most would secretly wish to see him captured or killed, while very few genuinely appreciate everything he does for Navolato.
“Good night,” I tell him softly. He echoes the sentiment, and I know it’s time for me to go.
I walk away from Papa, wiping away a stray tear as I set my glass down on the edge of the table.
Not many things in this world make me feel, but the love of a man that cares for me as one of his own when he could have simply walked by me as so many before him had is something that I will do anything to protect and proudly kill for.
But not tonight.
I’m nothing more than the dutiful daughter that does what she must to keep her father the happy man she knows him to be, and I’ll retire to my room quietly and without argument.
Tomorrow is a new day, the sun will rise, and all will continue to be well.
Chapter Four
The hallway was dark when I tried to make my way to my room, so the attack was a surprise.
I tell myself that over and over again to make the blow of the shame feel less than it already does.
A hand closes on the back of my neck as I’m forced into the bathroom. I hadn’t heard anyone follow me, but I was so lost in my thoughts of the way Magdalena damn near threw herself at me that I let my guard down.
This is my fault.
Another hand roughly pulls up the back of my dress, and I grunt when two fingers are shoved into my cunt.
I don’t scream.
I don’t fight back.
I won’t ruin my father’s gathering by not being able to defend myself, and I won’t lose his respect by being a simpering little girl.
The fingers begin to assault me violently as the feeling of someone’s hot breath prickles my skin.
A knee roughly shoves my legs apart, and I close my eyes, gritting my teeth when I hear the sound of a belt buckle being unclipped. Apparently, fingers violating my core isn’t enough to satisfy this fucking dog.
This shouldn’t be happening.
No one is allowed to touch me unless I give them permission, but I wasn’t paying attention.
If this happens to me, it means that Papa is still safe.
Angry tears spill down my cheeks as my body is turned violently, and my face is slammed into the bathroom door.
Don’t cry.
Not over this.
I bite down on my lower lip as the knee shoves my legs as wide as they will go, then grunt again when a cock is crudely shoved into me.
The trickle of blood that soon begins to warm the inside of my thigh makes me furious as the feeling of brute flesh being thrust in and out of me tears my walls, causing me to grunt in pain.
But rage won’t help me now.
I have to allow this to happen if I want to see tomorrow. At least, that’s my hope.
Another vicious thrust into me, more hot breath on my neck, and I do my best not to beg for a reprieve.
That’s not what a daughter of El Señor should do. We were taught to be strong, and that’s what I’m trying my damnedest to be right now.
My body thumps angrily against the bathroom door repeatedly until I’m sure I’ve bitten a hole through my lip in an attempt to keep this assault as silent as I can.
And just when I think I can’t take anymore, it’s over as quickly as it starts. My hair is balled into a fist, my head is pulled back, and my face is smashed purposely into the door.
Before the darkness takes me, I have enough time to see the beaten down, black shoes that walk out of the door.
Dear God, let me die from this shame.
The pain is blinding when I try to open my eyes. I blink rapidly a few times before laying the back of my hand against my forehead.
I can hear voices now, but I’m not sure who they are and almost instantly am ready to take another assault.
Until I hear him.
My father, his voice thick with worry as it cracks, and I’m ashamed that he has to see me like this.
I reach down blindly to cover myself, to present as decently as I can, but I don’t feel my dress. I feel the warmth of my favorite blanket draped across the