Chapter 4.

Amy woke up shivering in the middle of the night. When she tried to reach blindly for her blankets, she was unable to find them. Groggily, she opened her eyes blinking in confusion. Conrad was sitting at the foot of her bed, staring at her strangely, with her blankets in hand. The smell of alcohol radiated heavily off of him.

"You okay?" She asked him, sitting up slowly. Usually when he'd been drinking heavily, his words would be slurred. Yet, this time he was speaking very clearly.

"Never better...Well actually I couldnt sleep. Took a few pills but...I'm still not tired." He clarified.

"Im...sorry." She told him, unsure of what else to say. When he was mixing alcohol with drugs in the past, he would often become violent with her. Feeling anxious and unaware of what he wanted, she offered to smoke with him. Quickly, Amy bent over the side of the bed to retrieve the box she had stowed underneath it. But instead, he grabbed a hold of her hair firmly and yanked her head back up. Pulling her in close, his face was only inches from hers. She gasped in shock with her eyes wide.

"No. I want a different kind of favor this time, sweetheart." He said mockingly. This is why he had cleaned the house and made her dinner. So he could act like a jerk and get away with it, after being so kind to her before.

"W-what do you want, sir?" She asked him cringing in slight pain as he tightened his grip on her hair. A smug smile spread across his face and he released her. However, in that same instance, he struck her hard with his fist. Amy yelped and fell backward in the bed, covering her face in fear. He climbed ontop of her, practically crushing her with his weight. Putting both of her hands on his chest, she shoved him as hard as she could. Unfortunately he didnt budge in the slightest.

With wide eyes and a racing heart, Amy pleaded with him. "What...are you doing?! G-get off of me..." She was now shaking violently, and the room around her seemed to be spinning as a panic attack set in. Saying nothing, Conrad took her by her wrists and pinned them down firmly at her sides. He was so close to her. She could feel his warm alcohol scented breath on her face. "Get off of me! Let me go!" She yelled as she struggled against him.

With a shake of his head, he told her, "Sorry babe, but I cant do that. It's time for me to get what I want. Soon you will find yourself wanting it too."

"Are you crazy?!" She asked staring up at him in bewilderment, " I...dont know exactly what you want, but I want no part in it!" Her voice was hoarce and fearful. She had honestly never stood up to him before, not like this. In this instance, she was running out of time and felt helpless beneath him. 'I'm so dead...I have just dug my own grave..' She thought to herself as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Amanda," He said her name in a sultry voice, "I know you want this. Not only that, you need it. You have to learn how to please a man, or you will end up old and alone. You deserve a bit of pleasure yourself." He tried to convince her as he leaned down and kissed her neck. She turned her head toward him, forcing him away from her neck as she continued to try and wrench her arms free of his grasp.

"Let me go, you pervert!" Her plea was quickly answered by another strike to her face. Her cheek was now bleeding slightly and she had a very deep, dark bruise forming over her cheekbone. He had released her and both of her hands flew up to her face again as she winced and groaned in pain. The next thing she heard was the click of a pocket knife, and a stream of tears slid down from her eye to her bloody check. The stinging sensation made her grit her teeth, but she was paralyzed in fear. She was afraid to make even the slightest move.

He grabbed a hold of the collar of her shirt and cut it open right down the middle with his freshly sharpened blade. Gasping for air between sobs, she tried to conceal her body out of reflex. She couldnt move or even think, so she merely stared at him in shock.

"Dont be shy baby." He told her softly as he slid the edge of the blade up her abdomen from the middle of her waistline to the top of her right hip. It left a trail, in beads of blood, behind it. With only slightly more pressure she could've been sliced open severely. He often raved about how he kept his knives sharp enough to shave with, and he was right. It cut through her skin like a warm knife through butter.

The shaking began again as the cold blade stopped making contact with her skin. "P-please stop..." She couldnt see past the tears that filled her eyes. "Please..." She begged him through ragged breaths.

He only rolled his eyes and commanded her casually, "Grab hold of the headboard, my dear."

Staring at him in disbelief, she thought perhaps he was only trying to humiliate her again. That was what she hoped for the most. That this was all a game to make her understand her place in this house. Afterall, she was still a ******, and that meant a great deal to her. She wasnt interested in casual sex like many of her peers. This man had, for almost her entire life, been a father to her. 'This cant be happening...how could he do this to me?'

His knife went to her throat next, forcing her to tilt her head back. "Do as I said." His voice was low and threatening. Hissing in pain as the tip of his blade pierced her neck, she slowly began to lift her arms above her head. Revealing herself to him, she grabbed the wooden bars of the headboard with both of her hands. Her heart was pounding in her ears and there was a lump forming in her throat as the tears poured from her eyes. Gently, he trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, then to her breasts. He reached down and began to massage her through her underwear, still holding his knife in his other hand for insurance. He didnt really need it afterall.

All she could think of was punching him and clawing his eyes out, but she knew it was in her best interest to simply do as she is told. He could break her so easily with his bare hands. He didnt need the knife to make her listen. It was simply for his own amusement. His touch sent a thrill up her spine, at first she couldnt tell if it was in disgust or pleasure. She had never been touched that way before, not even by herself. Of course she had thought about it, but she always felt too embarrassed to actually try it. As she contemplated over her sickening feelings, he kissed his way down her flat stomach to her inner thighs. He sliced through her underwear swiftly, causing her hands to fly down from the headboard as she tried to push his head away.

"Did I tell you to let go?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he tapped her crotch with the side of his blade.

"N-no! No sir!" She blurted out before biting her lip so hard she could taste blood. Conrad grinned triumphantly and tapped her with the blade again causing her to panic and take hold of the headboard again in fear. He knew the hold he had on her, and relished in the joy of reminding her at every opportunity. She knew resistance was hopeless. It just made things worse that he knew she was aware of this as well. He slipped his tongue inside her, again causing her to let out an involuntary sigh as her thighs wrapped around his head squeezing him shakily.

He forced her legs apart and held them down. Moaning softly as he continued to torture her with his tongue, Amy blushed in the darkness of her room. She felt embarrassed and repulsed by the sound of herself moaning for him despite trying to stay quiet. Along with the realization that she did infact like the way it felt. She couldnt think straight, as there were too many emotions swirling around inside her. Everything was happening so fast and before long, she had come to climax as she squirmed under his grip. Amy moaned vulgarly, her face heating up as the overwhelming sensation of pleasure became too much for her to continue to endure.

Wiping his face, Conrad grinned at her wickedly. "I was right, wasnt I?" He climbed off the bed, but she didnt let go of the headboard. Infact her grip on it was so tight, her hands would have to be pried off of it. With her eyes closed tightly, she waited. It was painfully obvious that her body was enjoying this, but her brain and her heart were not. She layed there silently praying for God to let it all be over. For a very short lived moment, she thought it might be. In fact, she thought he had gotten up and left the room quietly. However, she couldnt bring herself to open her eyes. She was proven wrong in as she felt him climb back ontop of her.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, tears began to escape from her closed eyes. Just when she thought she could cry no more, she felt his bare skin against hers. Her entire body spasmed under him as she was wracked with fear. "S-stop it...please I'm begging you."

Wiping away her tears with his thumbs, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. It was a gentle kiss at first but it became hungry and forceful in a matter of seconds. One of his hands slid down and wrapped around her throat. It was so large and warm causing her to inhail sharply at the feel of it. He wasnt squeezing her hard. More or less, he was holding her in place. Considering for a moment to spit in his face, she didnt resist him. Afterall how could she?

Next she felt his member, against the inside of her thighs. "Dont be scared," He whispered in her ear, "It will only hurt for a moment." Although he sounded as if he were trying to console her, she could feel him smirking as he leaned down and kissed her again. She whimpered in pain, as her grip on the headboard tightened until her knuckles turned white. "****..." He breathed this word between clenched teeth as he forced himself deeply into her.

Her heart was beating so loudly, she thought for sure he could hear it too. "Ahh!" She winced in pain. It felt so full, and she could feel herself climaxing again. She groaned loudly and as she did so she heard a loud cracking sound. Suddenly her hands were free of the headboard, she dropped the broken pieces and her hands made their way to Conrad's arms squeezing them tightly. "Hnng!" Amy squirmed and tried to push him away, which only made him ****** into her harder. With another sharp inhale, she arched her back pressing her body into him. Her grip on him was slick as she began to sweat, feeling completely at the mercy of him. She kept her eyes closed as he had his way with her.

After two hours of being raped and belittled by him, she finally heard her bedroom door close. She was alone. Barely able to move, she layed there face down in her pillow sobbing softly. Cursing and damning his name under her breath, she felt the need to bathe. She could still feel his touch, his kisses, and him filling up the space inside of her. Even his voice continued to ring in her ears, eager and threatening. She could hear him demanding to hear her "beautiful voice" as he made her call him Daddy and beg for more.

Feeling compelled to hurl, she curled up into a ball wincing in pain as she did so. 'I should start keeping a weapon under my pillow..' She thought as she slowly drifted off to sleep. The sun began to rise only an hour after she passed out. Amy didnt wake up the next day until after three in the afternoon.

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