it. My stomach clenches, remembering how he made me watch girl-on-girl porn as a test, and when he shoved his hand down my panties and found me soaked, he beat me into unconsciousness. Lessons resumed the following day, only this time rather than watching couples moving in rehearsed and scripted movements on a screen, I gained a front row viewing to a live show starring my father and the beautiful woman with violet-colored hair.
Chapter Three
Violante
My entire body is throbbing. No matter how many times she washes me down, I’ll never be clean. The stains on my soul will remain long after the bruises and scars on my skin have faded from view.
I’ve lost track of time, lost count of how many times I’ve endured their vile touches. Even when free, I’d never have willingly accepted a man into my body. The younger one, Tucker, he’s less cruel, but it doesn’t erase the fact he’s also taken me against my will, and to some degree, Farren is just as complicit.
Farren hasn’t tried to stop them since the first time, and while she’s never harmed me in any way, she’s also never attempted to free me from her father. I fear him, and I can tell she’s afraid of him too. The threat he made toward her after he and Tucker raped me together has stuck in my mind. Farren and I are both prisoners, and I suspect it won’t be easy for either of us to escape this place alive.
I’m not entirely sure why I care so much for the girl with the gray eyes; maybe it’s because I see the same trapped young woman inside her soul that mirrors my own. I’ve never hidden what I am, and even when I was disowned after coming out to my family, I’ve never been the focus of such acute hatred as I am being subjected to now. I close my eyes, exhausted and drained from the ‘lesson’. My eyelids hide the sight of the cage surrounding me, and I silently pray that I’ll never wake up.
The clanging of metal on metal jars me out of an uneasy sleep filled with dreams of being suffocated, and I look up to meet the cold steely eyes that match the bars of my current home. The sense of suffocation remains as surely as if he were wrapping his hands around my throat and strangling the life from my body. I realize how close I am to breaking. I don’t want any of this, but victims don’t get to choose their fates, and my future is more bleak and hopeless than most.
The disgust for me is prevalent in his eyes. I almost want to snort at the irony of the situation; in his eyes, my sexuality means I’m unfit to be in society, yet I’m good enough to fuck in front of his daughter. Is she the one being taught the lesson, or am I? I know what he hopes to achieve with these lessons, but this isn’t something that can be conditioned out of her, and even if it could be, she would never be happy.
I’m jolted out of my thoughts by the clicking sound of the tumblers turning in the combination lock. I automatically back away and shrink into the far corner, watching fearfully, but I already know what’s about to happen. Farren isn’t here, but sometimes sessions begin without her. After all, I’m here and conveniently ‘full of holes to use’, as he so eloquently puts it. I already feel sick, and he’s not even opened the cage door and come inside yet. A frightened whimper slips free as he enters, and a vile smirk spreads across his face when he hears it and takes in my cowering demeanor.
He inhales deeply and begins stalking toward me. It serves me no benefit to flee, all it does is feed into his fury, allowing him to make it even worse when he catches up to me. I’m trapped anyway, so what’s the point in letting him play his game?
More and more of me is being shredded with each passing day and every lesson taught. It pains me to know how close they are to destroying me. I may not have been broken just yet, but there’s so little of me left to break it’s only a matter of time.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs catches my attention, and he uses my distraction to strike. I shriek as I’m dragged off my feet by my