Chapter 5: Vengeance

“Open your mouth.”

I shook my head, sobbing. He freed his semi erect manhood. My eyes widened seeing its girth and length. My sobs were getting louder, tears fell on my face like a waterfall.

“Open it.” He growled, grabbing my hair from the back of my head, tilting it up in the process. “Crying will get you nowhere.” He tightens his grip on my hair. “I’ll kill you if you don’t stop.”

My lips shut immediately. It wobbled when I tried to resist the urge to cry.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I squeezed my eyes shut before opening my mouth. He then positioned his cock to my lips. “Lick.” A burst of tears fell to my cheeks. “Lick like a fucking animal that you are.”

When I didn’t follow his demand, he tightened his grip on my hair and shook my head in warning. And I did.

“Suck.”

I did as well. Until his cock was as hard as rock. Its veins were now prominent and the sheer size made me tremble. It was twice the size than before.

My tears didn’t stop falling. It was humiliating. I have never done this before. I have never been intimate with anyone, even if it was a simple kiss or sex. And this man made me feel so small and treated me less than a human.

He started to thrust inside my mouth. My lips and mouth were full. It could hardly fit but he continued to push. He still couldn't fit all of him. I could only take halfway. I gagged everytime he plunged, forcing himself deeper.

I could never understand how those eyes were filled with so much intense hatred for me. I would’ve found it alluring if it weren’t for those ominous emotions.

His thrusts grew powerful and hurried, fucking my mouth no different from a woman’s sex. And with one final thrust, he unloaded his semen into my throat— every last bit of them before he pulled out.

“Swallow.” He commands, noticing there was some dripping from my mouth to my chin. “Every last fucking drop.” He clamped my chin with his hand and tilted it up, forcing everything down my throat.

Once he was satisfied, he shoved me aside. The impact prompted the pain on my gashes and bruises from training earlier. The sudden pain inevitably made me cry.

“Why?” I asked. He was fixing his pants. I couldn’t believe he acted as if he didn’t just pleasure himself using my mouth. Although I don’t have any experience in that department, I wasn’t naive. And yet this man used me while wearing nothing but resentment on his face.

My breath hitched when I felt him crouch down in front of me. He reached for my neck and choked me for the umpteenth time tonight. I gasped, holding his wrists as if it could help ease his strength.

He grit his teeth. “Because you’re one of them. You who killed my people, my family. I will have my vengeance and you will be my pawn for it.” He then released me with apparent harshness.

He rises to his feet. I stop him from walking away, reaching the hem of his pants. I held them like my life depended on it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I cried. “I don’t know anything. Please…”

“You don’t? I guess they don’t want to let their precious daughter know that her parents and sisters are nothing but murderers.” He spat, venom laced his voice. I shook my head, denying.

I don’t know what I was denying though– the fact that he thought I was precious… or he called my family murderers.

“Just because we are blessed with beasts, they deemed us evil. We have not caused any harm. We have lived peacefully. The very family you live with and love are hunters. They hunt our kind. I’m sure you are not foolish enough not to know our kind… considering you live with hunters.” He crouches down again, leveling his sight with mine. “They slaughter my people. They spare no one– families who have not hurt a single soul, infants, children who cause no harm. Your family and their pests of a group will pay for what they did. And it all will start with you.”

He then leaves, slamming down the door shut. The whole room shakes from the impact.

I had cried that night until my eyes couldn't no more.

I was completely exhausted from all the events that happened the whole day. My body hurts, my heart is in pain literally and emotionally. It was the first time I wished that my heart would just stop. I truly wished for it.

My childhood flashed before my eyes. I was a weak child, born with a weak heart. My condition should’ve made them more attentive, careful and loving towards me. But no, that wasn’t the case. Because I was weak, I have become unnecessary.

I grew up trying to understand why as I watched my parents showed their love and pride towards my three sisters. I was neglected. God knows how many times I tried so hard to make them proud of me. Not even my intelligence could make them.

As I grew older, I found out why. By the age of eleven, I finally knew everything.

From the start, my parents wanted to have a son since they were always blessed with three daughters. The fourth try unfortunately didn’t work out. I was devastated when I learned that they tried to abort me. My second older sister, Sky, managed to convince them not to. But then I was born with a heart disease. Everything went downhill for me because of that.

It’s not that they would treat me with violence or physically abuse me. I was just simply… neglected. I was just there in the house… living with them. Sky was the only one who had treated me better. Maybe because she was the one who made that request. They should’ve aborted me. Maybe life would be better for everyone. I was an extra baggage, a burden to them, especially with the unending medical bills.