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There was a rolling thunder outside of her bedroom window, the sky darkened beyond anything she had seen before, darker than her blackest crayon. She shivered, drawing the blanket tighter around her as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the forest that lined her backyard in eerie white light. She could’ve sworn she saw a pair of eyes staring back at her from the second-story window.
Distantly, she heard the telltale chimes of an old Grandfather clock, 12 of them she counted, signaling it was midnight. She was supposed to have been asleep by now, actually 3 hours ago was her official bedtime, but nightmares had woken her up again. Thankfully, she didn’t wet the bed this time and have to make the walk of shame to the laundry room in the basement with her heavy sheets; the clicking sounds of the heater and red light made her tremble. Not as much as the punishment she would face though.
At 8 years old Ciel shouldn’t have been wetting the bed still but her dreams frightened her so much that she almost always woke up in a pool of her own urine, making her teddy bear panties and night dress cling to her small thighs uncomfortably.
When the thunder grew louder she pulled the blanket even tighter around her, wrapping herself into a cocoon with only her wide azure eyes and a few strands of inky blue-black hair showing. A thunderclap made her jump and squeak, but not as much as the sound she heard after. Footsteps, not exactly loud but heavy and low, methodical as they grew closer to her bedroom door. Ciel began to tremble, slightly at first then more violent as she saw her door knob jiggle. She locked it before but that only seemed to make the monster angrier, hungrier. She looked so small wrapped in her blanket, small in the full-sized bed that housed Captain Marvel sheets she had picked out a few weeks prior, small in the room that when the lights were on, was painted soft lilacs and whites and baby blues, decorated in toys made for little girls like her. She looked small and felt small, hiccuping sobs working their way out of her body as she saw the knob fully turn and heard her door creep open slowly.
Another flash of lightning illuminated her room, its only source of light in the dark place. Ciel was acutely aware of the storm that started outside, rain beating down hard against the window like fists on a wall.
The door thudded shut behind the intruder and the lock was twisted again, a looming shadow blocking most of the door as Ciel struggled to make out what was there. She already knew in her heart of hearts what monster was creeping towards her, but always hoped it was another. A ghost, a boogeyman, even the Devil himself. Anyone but this monster.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he drew closer and closer, unable to stop the soft cries that left her lips now.
“Why are you awake Ciel?” a voice that was anything but calming crooned.
Ciel could make out piercing gold eyes, even in the dark, a clean cut of blue-black hair as dark as hers atop the thing’s head, and a sharp jaw with a mouth full of white – too white – teeth. It wasn’t his face she was so scared of, or even his fitness, no it was something that lay lower than midline, below the belt. Something thick, hot, long, and piercing. Something that made her sting from the inside out. Something she could tell blood was rushing to as the man sat on her bed, placing a hand on her covered head and pulling the blanket off.
He asked again in a tone several octaves deeper, angrier, “Ciel baby, why are you awake?”
She let out a sob at those words and frantically shook her head, her voice never going above a certain decibel, even as the monster started pulling at her hair, yanking the small child closer to him as he all but growled out his next words.
“Stop crying you useless bitch, or do you want a reason for me to hurt you?”
Another clap of thunder and she did her best to hush, reducing her sobs to quiet whimpers, even as the monster maneuvered her so that she sat on his lap, hiking up her nightdress so the cleft of her sex could press against his own clothed one. He made a sound at the fact she was wearing panties, roughly jerking the crotch to the side, ripping the fabric as he exposed the little girl’s pussy to the night air. She wasn’t sure if she was shivering from the sudden drop in temperature she felt on her privates, or the rough fingers that spread her lips and pressed against her clit.
Ciel knew better than to fight her monster, not that she could at any rate. Even at barely 8 she knew he would kill her if she did, he promised her he would, ever since she was old enough to understand what his words mean, haunting her in her dreams. As the rough fingers began making circles against the tiny bud she struggled not to whine, the sound her body started to make when her little clit was played with as heat entered her stomach. Along with the heat always came a type of coldness, something that made her fingers tingle and her palms feel hollow.
Her mind grew fuzzy with fear and sensations her body was unable to process as thick fingers, long and cold were shoved into her pussy, stretching open her sex with practiced motions. She knew by now what would come after with the monster, he would take out the thing that he had told her to call his ‘cock’, force it into her little body, and drive it in and out with an intensity that left her sore and bleeding most times. At first, he called it playtime, a smile on his face and rewards when she complied. But as she became older, became less willing, and more fearful, his nice charade had dropped. This monster she once saw as something close had no qualms about dragging her by the hair from the kitchen into the bathroom when she said no. Bending her over the bathtub and fucking her child cunt until she had snot dripping into her mouth, blood and piss running down her legs, frothy with white from the seed he’d force into her. This was the only time she ever denied him, and from that day, since she was 5 years old, she’s never disobeyed since.
That viciousness, that horror, that pain as she shrieked and cried… it terrified her to this day, and as she sat upon the creature’s lap, legs spread until it hurt and pussy open and ready, that fear came back. Something was wrong she could tell and the monster seemed angrier than usual. She felt cornered.
Lightning lit up the sky as quickly as she heard the loud boom that came from outside, the sound retching a small scream from her throat, a high-pitched thing that only served in getting her clit squeezed painfully with the monster’s free hand.
“I said shut the fuck up Ciel,” he snarled out this time, flipping them so she was under his large body and her back was pressed against the bed.
She was back to crying harder but heeded his words and stifled her sounds by biting her tongue. Tearful eyes trailed down the creature’s clothed chest to his navy blue pajama pants, the hem being pulled down to reveal the object of her nightmares, hard, dripping, the tip angry and red even in the dark.
“Not a sound from you, if your mother wakes up I’m cutting your belly open and letting you die, do you understand me?”
She wasn’t given a chance to respond before the monster drove himself inside of her with one quick motion, burying himself to the hilt with a groan as the tight heat around him spasmed and flexed, struggling to accommodate his size.
“Ah… after all these years… you’re still tight as a virgin,” she didn’t know what that word meant.
When he bottomed out he went on one knee and pushed her legs behind her head, laying on top of her to keep her in place.
The little girl, this small, mortified little girl could only bite her hand to keep from screaming, eyes rolling to the back of her head in white-hot pain as this monster, this creature started moving, drilling in and out and in and out at a pace that made her jerk and shake in rhythm.
Her mind was cloudy from the ache, she felt stretched beyond belief and it stung like no other. She wondered what she did today to deserve this, how she made the monster angry enough to attack her when she was supposed to be asleep, even if she were asleep. Why did this monster like hurting her, make her cry and bleed and want to beg him to stop? Why couldn't she tell mommy? Was it her bad spelling test grade in Miss Sutcliffe’s class? Was it because she didn’t say ‘thank you’ when he gave her the last Oreo packet? Was it because she wore a skirt today and forgot her shorts? All these possibilities raced through her head in jumbled, incomplete thoughts. She had heard time and time again he did this because she was too pretty, too enticing to keep his hands off of, with big beautiful blue eyes, long lashes, and rosy cheeks. Small milky thighs and a plush bottom, topped by a little kid cunt that barely fit his cock. All the words she had heard him growl in her ear, words she barely understood the meaning of but knew it was her fault. It was all her fault this monster came after her.
That feeling she had of him seeming angrier than usual came back as he let out another snarl, the wind picking up and raindrops beating into the glass even harder. Then, she learned why.
“Your fucking mother— ah… she’s tired of you pissing your bed… tired of replacing your mattress every two weeks— oh fuck yes— …wants to take you to see another fucking doctor,” her mind struggled to catch up to what he was saying, this thrusts growing harder and faster with each statement, the searing pain she felt enough to make her bite through the skin of her hand.
“You useless little slut… I’m tired— so fucking tired Ciel— of you wetting yourself… fuck fuck fuck… like a little bitch… Do you want me to hurt you? Do you want daddy to actually hurt you? Tell your father you want him to hurt you.”
It was then he dug his nails into her sides and took a crouching position, bending her at the waist as he went impossibly rough, the headboard making soft thumps as it hit the wall, the bed squeaking in protest. The storm was loud enough to drown out these sounds, and if anything, they could be attributed to the raging weather outside her bedroom window; knowing this the monster, this monster, her monster didn’t stop.
She opened her mouth to comply, dropping her bleeding hand to her side as the sobs she feebly attempted to hold back spilling it out all at once, violated, scared, and devastated at the betrayal she felt deep down in her soul. This was her fault, being hurt like this was her fault. It's all her fault. It was always all her fault.
Those three words played on repeat in her head, a screaming symphony that brought even more tears to her eyes, rendering her unable to complete his request.
Her monster, her daddy, let out something that sounded akin to a roar, pressing a hand to her neck and squeezing hard enough to bruise.
“Not gonna listen Ciel? No— not gonna listen to daddy again? Do you really want your father to fuck up this pussy for life? I made this— ah, this little girl cunt. I...I get to… fuck— I get to ruin it, do you understand me?” It was more of a snarl than a question.
Nonetheless, she couldn't answer, not for lack of words, but for the scream that ripped her throat as she felt a tear, then something deep within her being hit, torn apart.
Her father wasn’t sure what he felt first, the tear of flesh, the push past what should’ve been her deepest part, or the blood that splattered out each time he pulled out.
For once, he didn’t yell at her for screaming, no he encouraged it, fucking her harder still as that scream evolved into a shriek, a shrill cacophony of “daddy I’m sorry” and “it hurts daddy” and “stop stop stop” in a tone so pathetic it just made the man laugh, a sinister and twisted sound.
He didn’t stop laughing even when her body began to shake violently, a pool of blood underneath them and a torn-up kiddie cunt housing his cock still. She was likely having a seizure or something else; he didn’t know and didn’t care. All he wanted was to hear her scream louder and louder and louder. No one was there to hear her. He’d slipped her mother an Ambien before, she wasn’t waking any time soon.
Ciel felt something inside of her shift and tear some more, her stomach feeling white-hot with pain her 8-year-old body couldn’t handle, a pain that would be etched into her very soul until the day she died. A pain that for once, just once, made her wish her daddy had killed her the first time he raped her all those 5 years ago.
She slipped in and out of consciousness, eventually succumbing to the shock and passing out, piss mixed with blood and cum flowing from her lower body as she lay limp. The last thought she had before the screaming stopped and she went under was how cold she was. So very cold.
Ciel woke up in a white room, devoid of any furniture or color aside from the black of a screen next to her with its green beeping lines and all sorts of whirring machines around her. She didn’t dare try to sit up, a faint ache in her body localizing into a gentle pain in her belly. Fearfully her eyes scanned the room for any other person, anyone to see she wasn’t alone. She knew from TV shows what a hospital was, and knew she was in one. She couldn’t remember what happened for her to be there, couldn’t remember why her tummy hurt so much and her throat was so sore, and why she needed to have so many things hooked up to her. She felt dizzy.
She didn’t try to move her arms, too many IVs poking from her elbows, her wrists, and her hands. She was so tiny and insignificant in that large bed in that cold white room in a hospital she only saw in films. Her eyes quickly darted in front of her as she heard something open and footsteps come into the room, sending another wave of dizziness over her. She couldn’t raise her head much and was made immediately aware of the brace that was around her neck now.
A woman, tall with big ruddy eyes and a tight smile peered down at her as she studied her. She looked like a doctor, or at least the pictures of doctors she saw in her school workbook. Ciel wondered if she was being silly, or did the woman look familiar? Tired and sad, her eyes puffy and pink like she had been crying.
“Hello sweetheart, can you hear me?”
Ciel blinked twice, unable to answer yes or no or give a gesture. The doctor seemed to understand.
“Do you know where you are?”
Ciel gave her a confused look and frowned, her reply of no.
“You’re in a hospital Ciel, it’s where we help sick and hurt people feel better. Your mommy’s outside for you, don’t worry. We can’t let her in until you’re a little bit better though okay? She told me, in case you were up, to say your daddy is coming soon too. He’s with the police right now. They’re going to help you too, okay love?”
It was then Ciel felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, but her eyelids started growing heavy and her body felt floaty, the pain she had before disappearing altogether as the doctor talked. She was injecting something into one of the tubes hooked up to the little girl. Ciel was hearing what the nice lady said but not really understanding them. Everything felt foggy and fuzzy and she couldn’t focus. She closed her eyes when the doctor put a hand on her cheek, leaning as much as she could into the gentle touch.
“You can sleep now Ciel, I’m just giving you some medicine to help with your tummy ache. Rest well love, I’ll be back when you’re awake.”
Ciel let out a croaked sound but otherwise stayed quiet, barely aware of the additional voices that started to fill the room. She didn’t care, she was tired and wanted her mommy but not her daddy, though she knew better than to say that, not that she could talk regardless. Quietly, she drifted off into a still sleep, her dreams full of boogeymen and devils with blue eyes and black hair.