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across your disgusting face? I honestly think it makes you look a lot better. It shows what a wretched girl you truly are.”
    “I told him I fell this morning before coming to school,” I replied. I started to circle past the wall to try to make it to the other side of my bed to put some distance between us. I was getting an uneasy feeling with him being in here with me eyeing me like I was his prey and was waiting for the perfect time to pounce on me.
    “Did he believe you?” he asked at the same time he grabbed hold of my arm before I could make it to the other side of the bed. Fear crept up in me, as my brain went blank knowing what was about to happen. All I could do was shake my head back and forth in answer to his question. “Why would that be?”
    “I don’t know,” I answered, and he pulled me closer to him, so I couldn’t escape. “He kept pushing for answers, but I kept telling him the same thing, that I had fallen and hurt myself.”
    “Maybe you just weren’t that good at being a little whore like he thought you would be.” That was when he gripped me by my arms and pulled me against his chest. “Let’s see what this little boy toy saw in your beaten ass,” he commented.
    I didn’t understand what he was talking about till he threw me on my bed. I tried to sit up, but he was faster than me and jumped up on top of me, straddling me and pinning my arms down. I started thrusting around to get him off, but it was a weak attempt since he was much stronger than I was. “Mandy, bring me some rope. We’re going to teach this little whore here what happens when you open your mouth to the wrong people.”
    “No, please don’t do this!” I pleaded, still trying to fight him off me.
    I was still struggling when Mandy walked in holding what looked more like bungee cords. She had a devilish smile on her face. “Here you go, daddy,” she said, handing them to him.
    “Mandy, no, please. Don’t let him do this. Help me.” I begged her as I saw him lean over me, pulling one of my arms up to tie my wrist to the bed.
    I was about to start hitting him with my now free hand only to have Mandy grab hold of it. “Shut up! You brought this upon yourself,” she said, tying my other hand to the headboard. “I saw you with your little boy toy today during lunch when I went to spy on your sorry ass. I saw how you were sitting in his lap. It’s funny to think a guy like that would be interested in a scum like you.” 
    With my hands now restrained, they moved to tie my legs to the foot of the bed. I kept screaming, hoping someone outside would hear me and get help. I normally didn’t make noise when I was getting beaten, but this was beyond anything they have ever done.
    Once they finally had me defenseless, Mandy went back to the door and turned to look at us one last time. “Have fun, Daddy.” Then she closed the door behind her.
    I looked up to see my stepfather taking off his clothes while looking at me in disgust.
    “Please don’t do this. I’ll stay away from him. I’ll run the opposite way when he tries to come up to me, please just don’t do this.” I started pleading to him. I didn’t want my innocence taken away by this guy, the way he had taken so many other things from me already.
    “I don’t care what you do with that little boy toy of yours, but after today, no one is going to want your slutty ass. You’ll be nothing but a dirty, worthless whore around town known for sleeping around with every guy in sight by the time I’m done with you,” he threatened and started to crawl in between my legs. 
    I felt him press up to me through my boy shorts till I felt him pull them to the side and realign himself into me.
    “Please, no!” I cried when I felt him push just a little into me. I knew pleading and begging wouldn’t help any, but I had to keep trying. I would scream on top of my lungs if I thought it would get me the help I so desperately needed. 
    “Stop screaming or I’ll knock