The Mafia's S*x Contract

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he night, and it woke me up. Was I asleep for so lo

abandoned me and left with another man. It was quite complicated, and I heard rumours t

removed the condom while he slept with her, and she didn't know. The though

it just wasn't working. This is what I go through every night, because he blames me for her l

o matter what I did, he'd always hate me. I heard him sto

oom door, so I couldn't close it at all, and he could come in at any time. He was so creepy and obsessed with me. Every night, he'll stroll

educed men for money, but I wasn't. I was just an innocen

ng open. The mighty figure of my father stood in the

e at the same time watching his every move. He stood for a while like he always did every night, but tonight was different; he stumbled closer, and I k

heart rate increased rapidly. I closed my eyes

me down on the hard wood floor. "Fucking slut... You think

time, and I was staring into

no use d

why your mom left me. She left me because she gave birth to a b

was drunk! At age 2, I

e of glimmering shards. He staggered back as the sharp pieces of glass exploded outward, one of the broken shards finding me and causing a deep gash on my leg, a searing pain su

angry but he seemed to ha

der my skin, I knew better than t

useless child." He said it with a mocking grin but he wasn't done yet. "You know this is all your fault, r

mom's stomach. I regret everything. I should have listened to m

ost

e victim in all of these so why was he acting like th

That was the biggest mistake of my life. I never shoul

ver my throat. The pressure on my neck was exacerbated

forearm over my throat for a few

ed. It looked like he was enjoying this. Was he enjoy

"When did you learn to talk back at me? Or tell me,

had enough of his comments and miserable words. Like my friend wou

gs and took several deep breaths. I was having difficulty breathing because he almost choked me to

up in my eyes, and I began to cry. What did I do wrong in my life? I glared at my reflection in the mirror as I inspected all the bruises. Luckily for me, they co

that had coursed down my face. I wasn't expecting my dad to do that to me tonight, and it extremely bothered me. I became so scar

lamp opposite my bed made me comfortable a li

idn't want to talk about what just happened, why it happened, or if it would conti

ng. The warmth of my blanket embraced me, and I felt relief and was secured for a moment. I was already falling asleep and it