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Chila is a 17 year old girl who can't wait to complete high school. She has an abnormal reason for wanting to go though. Her mother died from cancer when she was just 9 years old and her sister, Jules, died a mysterious death that no one has found the reason for. It is just Chila and her dad. What could go wrong? More than you could think. And for Chila, it's a reality. But what if there was someone who she new loved them? What if it was a band? Who would she chose?

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2. Punishment

A/N LAST CHANCE TO BACK DOWN!

 

 

 

LITTLE CARROTS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE IF YOU GET SCARRED. IDK IF YOU WILL OR NOT, BUT IT ISN'T MY FAULT OK? OK. THATS GOOD THAT YOU UNDERSTAND!!!

 

 

 

 

 

NO TURNING BACK...................

HERE IS THE CHAPTER!

 

 

I started to walk down the stairs but then I heard "Because you disobeyed me so much, you have to wear the sexiest and hottest thing you own. And don't forget your thong and push up bra!" ugh.

This is what I came up with 

 

Crazy right? He bought it just for my punishments. And the handcuffs. Real.

I walked downstairs and Dave congratulated me on following orders. He said he would reward me by carrying me upstairs this time instead of dragging me. Wow, he was in a good mood.

 

He came up to me and started kissing me "Damn, you taste just like your mother used to!" I know that he is getting over my mum dying, but you shouldn't take it out on threatening your daughter to have sex with you! Am I right my adult carrots?

"Hey I've gotta knife for you if you don't want to kiss back. You know you want me. You know you love it." Dave taunted. But I don't love it. He threatens to kill me if I don't act like I like and approve of what he does to me.

Because of how low the outfit was cut in a swooping slutty way, he started to kiss the edges of my breasts. Then his hands found their way to my bum, and his lips back to my face. I had no choice but to let him carry me up, or else I would be dragged up.

Once we got into the bedroom he slammed the door and took off his pants and boxers and shorts. Then he took a pill to make him be able to have sex with me in the first place. He then, for the first time, shoved the condom at me and told me to put it on. So I did. G-ROSS!

After that he got the handcuffs (and the extras he keeps in his room) and handcuffed my arms to the bed and even my legs.

He only handcuffs the legs when we go all night. The outfit I was wearing had zippers that made it easy to come off while strapped to the bed. He took it all off and just went in and out really fast. I was used to its.

All the kisses, hickeys, friction down there. All of it. I just sat there while he did his business, and he slapped me whenever I tried to sleep. He didn't get out of me until noon the next day. I felt like a weird mix between a whore and a slut. But I was neither one.

I need to get out of here. Fast.

 

A/N

If you read that, I am sorry if it sucked. 

I don't believe in any of this stuff, it is mainly to raise awareness of what actually goes on in this harsh world. It's never happened to me or anyone I know, but I know that there is at least 10 people in the world that have that problem.

My carrots, I love you all. If you Are a little carrot, I am not responsible for you being scarred.

 

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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