I walked toward the grungy motel, headed toward room 209 like the message requested. Finals are coming up, and I was short on cash so I started taking calls again. Fuck it, I’m good at it, may as well make something from it. I knock 3 times and wait. ! minute goes by, two, I look around. This was the place, where was my caller?
The thought gets cut off along with my air as the door snaps open and I’m yanked from my feet by my hair and thrown to the thinly carpeted floor of the room.
“Mi sobrina, you’ve brought shame to your family.” I recognize the gruff voice of my grandfather immediately. He never called me niece in English. Well, shit.
“Pappa, wha..” He strikes me hard across the face before I can finish my question. “Don’t you dare fucking speak you little punta. This is how you live up to the name of your father? Being a whore?!” His big, strong hands strike my face again, left, right, left again. I taste blood in my mouth, but I refuse to cry.
“At least I’m a good whore!” I spat. Yeah, shouldn’t have done that.
He growled deep in his chest, picked my small frame up and threw me on the bed so hard I bounced off the headboard, hearing a crunch. “I’ll show you what a good whore is, you sassy little cunt.” I’m too dazed to fight back. he’s on top of me, and I can feel a hot hardness against my stomach. Wrapping his hands around my throat he slams his dick into my Twat. My own grandfather, my pappa, is choking the fucking life out of me and devastating my little cunny! Even in my pain, terror, and confusion the thought floods my ravaged pussy. Everything starts going black. I come to god only knows how long later, and see his shadow leaving the doorway and shutting it behind him. He left a simple note.
“If you insist on using your cunt to make your living, mi sobrina, you will do so for me. Or you will bear the consequences. I’ll not be so kind, next time.”
Oh. Fuck.
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