Ongoing Story\Fire

From Create Your Own Story

Chapter 15: Bitter Defeat

Existence is turning into a nighmare for you. Your father is yelling at you, your mind is slipping away, your body is hurting terribly, and in spite of this, you're trying to think straight

You look into Lisa's face, and you can see her mouth a single word: "Shoot"

Your mind clears. If you shoot, you will either hit Dad, and then everything will turn out well - or you will hit Lisa, and it will be better for her to die than to be put through a torture that will certainly be even worse than yours. Your finger begins to press the trigger. You feel strangely calm.

Suddenly, someone grabs you from behind, forcing your arms upward. A shot goes off, hitting the ceiling. Your assailant grabs you by the throat with one hand, and takes the gun with the other. Your body is far too weak to resist, and soon you're pinned, unable to break loose.

"Hello, Tracy. You don't look too good." a familiar voice whispers in your ear.

"Nina?!" Your mind stumbles. What's going on?

"Yes", the black live-in maid responds. "No one thought about me, did they? Just like usual."

"Nina, what are you doing? Mom and Dad's gone crazy. Look what they did to me!"

"Mmm, yes, nice work. It will not be easy to beat." Nina traces a finger over your ravaged cunt and asshole, making you whimper in pain.

"Nina!", you scream, as much in surprise as in horror.

"Don't act innocent, Tracy. I've read your diary. I know you hate me - I read all your fantasies about hurting and torturing me. You're quite creative. And the only thing I did was take your brothers from you. But now, I will really give you reason to hate me. I think I'll start by doing everything to you that you dreamt of doing to me."

You really did write some pretty terrible things in your diary, but you hated Nina so for stealing your brothers, depriving you of wonderful sex. It's only now, after having experienced some of the stuff you imagined doing to Nina, that you realize how petty and cruel you were.

"I didn't really mean it, Nina! I was just frustrated and angry. I would never have done any of it!"

"Considering what you did to your sister, I'm sure you would have loved to torture me. I know I will love to do it to you. I'm sure your dad will let me have my fun, since I just saved his life." She looks up at your father. "Please, Sir, can I have Tracy as my personal fuck-toy?"

Your father's laughter chills you to the bone: "Hah! You've earned her, Nina. Hurt her bad!"

"Thank you, Sir!"

Your legs finally give way under you, and you collapse at the floor, only barely conscious. You only vaguely hear Dad say:

What do you do now?

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