Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I stare at him.
“Do you hear yourself? You sound crazed,” I snort. “I’m your daughter, not the daughter of some mythical woman from long ago.”
But Mike’s on a roll.
“Lilith was banished from Eden for her refusal to obey Adam. Are you disobeying me now? Are you flouting the original tenets of the Garden of Eden? If so, begone I say!”
I stare at him. At this point, I almost feel like we’re in a scene in The Exorcist because Mike’s eyes are bulging from his head as he rages at me with fire and brimstone. His cheeks are ruddy and flushed, and he’s literally breaking out in a sweat as the nude women cluster around us in fear.
“Shut up, Dad,” I say in a dismissive voice. “Unlock the door. Put your clothes back on, girls. I’m not going to let this happen to you.”
But then Mike springs into action. Before I can move, my father’s leaped forward, and grabbed my arms before twisting them painfully behind my back.
“Ow!” I scream in an outraged voice. “What are you doing?”
But Mike’s lost all sense of sanity. He kicks the back of my leg to make me stagger, and I drop to the floor on my knees, gasping with pain. Then he barks at Lulabelle and another woman.
“You and you!” he shouts. “Hold her in place.”
Quickly, the girls scramble to do as told, pinning me as I kneel before Mike. They look scared but are also unwilling to disobey my father’s harsh commands. I struggle to escape, meanwhile, but the women are stronger than they appear as Dad stares at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
“You,” he spits. “You good for nothing whore. Now, it’s time to witness what happens when Lilith disobeys Adam.”
To my horror, Dad comes to stand in front of me, maybe only two feet away as he unbuttons his pants, pulling out an embarrassingly small penis. It looks like a tiny pink worm, and I gasp with horror as he strokes his petite member.
“Dad, stop,” I pant. “I’m begging you. Don’t do this.”
But Mike’s on a roll, his eyes lit from within with a crazed light.
“You’re an evil woman, Kaci. You always have been, whoring around in ridiculous slut outfits at the hotel. You’ve never listened, and now, it’s time to make an example out of you. Open,” he commands.
I stare at him, my lips clamped shut. Absolutely not. This can’t be happening. But Mike moves forward again, and to my horror, his little prick is now stiff. It’s only about three inches in length, but it’s a deep red color with a pearl of come bubbling at the tip. Mike literally rubs it against my chin, smearing my face with his sticky seminal fluid.
“Open,” he rasps again, those blue eyes fixed on my own. “Or there will be an even higher price to pay.”
With that, I open my mouth, but not to suck, but rather to scream with all the fury in my soul. After all, how can this be happening? This man is my father, but he’s asking me to cross every boundary, and every line, that separates us from sheer animal debasement. The worst part? That we’re biologically related. But I won’t stand for it. I’m Kaci Stott, and I reject every connection to this insane psychopath.
10
Brent
Hunter and I had a bad feeling this morning. I don’t know what caused it but every Sunday lately, we’ve gotten the heebie-jeebies because we know Kaci’s going to church and more likely than not, interacting with that assfuck who’s her dad.
But today, something’s even more off than usual, and as a result, Hunter and I decide to pile in the car to check up on our girl. We’ve invented an excuse, of course. We’re going to surprise her with a special lunch at the Breakaway Café after services, but really, it’s just to spy on the comings and goings of Sanctuary members.
But by the time we get to the building, most cars are already gone. The sun’s baking the asphalt as Hunter and I jump out of the truck, before opening the door to the church. It’s dark and empty inside as we peer into the cool interior. Yet, Kaci’s vehicle was parked in the lot, so where could she be?
That’s when a shrill scream pierces the air. Where did that come from? It sounded like the basement. Immediately, Hunter and I scramble downstairs and try the door, but it’s locked. What the fuck? We throw ourselves against the wood, hurling our big bodies at the piece of crap, and fortunately, Vegas isn’t exactly known for its high-quality construction. After a few good body blows, the particle board snaps and the door pops open to reveal the most horrifying scene we’ve ever witnessed in our lives.
Mike Stott’s there with his laughable facsimile of a cock out. Seriously, that pink thing resembles a crayon, it’s so narrow and thin. But even worse, he’s wiping the tip all over Kaci’s cheeks and chin, painting his own daughter with his fluids.