A little boy of about six years old with Hazel eyes and black hair, was flung into the air by an older man. He hit the wall and fell to the ground with a loud thump. His lungs burning as his air supply was thinning. His eyes bloodshot as he watched the big man coming for him. His boots thumping on the gravel floor of the grande estate. A young girl with blue eyes so pale watched her younger brother getting hit over and over again and all she could do was scream. She watched as her father kicked him in the stomach twice before a woman in a long dress came running out with another man. She pushed the huge drunk man away from the little boy, her body shaking with tears as she watched her son's life seeping out of his eyes. "No!!" She quickly lifted him up in her arms and started running into the house as the other man held his father captive. The man with similar features as the young boy was screaming and thrashing, trying to break free from his brothers hold."I told him to hide his f

Manipulation by zevia.Thea.I don't know what to do. Herman looks like his in desperate need of companionship right now, so I let him kiss me. I don't have the strength to stop him. He might not be aware of the hurt in his gaze but I know that look. It the same way my eyes looked everyday since Alberto was killed. His hurting and I think part of this was caused by me. How? I also don't know but the least I can do is help him get over it. But what if healing him also damages me? Am I ready to give up my sanity and self found peace just to help him out? Am I ready to bare his scars too? Surprisingly, my answer is yes. I can relate to his feelings. When I lost Alberto my siblings thought I was just playing around with him and it didn't really damage me. But it did. And until today, I have never let myself love any man. I'm scared my curse will also take them away from me. Or me away from them. Even now, I know if I begin to love him something bad will happen. But what if his also the s

If huge cocks didn't exist then I just started believing they did. Herman was so, so huge and I bet my eyes threatened to jump out of my skull when I laid my eyes on his cock. He let go of me after but I didn't or rather couldn't look away as he dropped his pants to the floor. My aching wrist forgotten as I took all of him in. His dick was pointing at me and man was it freaking me out. Was that normal? How something so big as that thing can stand on its own? Omg dicks are freaky and weirdly I wanted it. The thought made me squirm and move back on the bed, until I felt the headboard press into my back."I want you to touch me," he said suddenly. Drawing me out of my cock filled thoughts. I had frozen up when his dick finally showed itself to me. He moved off the bed backwards and stood at the foot of it before taking another step back and exposing everything to me. He was exposing himself.....why? This was so new to me. Alberto's dick was unknown to me. I had never even laid eyes on it

I hate him!I mentally exclaim for the seventh time today as he bosses me around the kitchen and each time I bend over he smacks my ass. Which you definitely enjoy,  oh shut up. I do not!"Thea?" His deep voice vibrates inside my chest, drawing me out of my reverie."What?" I snap.He looks like his about to laugh when he says," I told you to pass me the pasta."Huffing out a breath, I balance my left hand on my hip; popping it out. "Where is it?" I don't even try to hide my annoyance. He had forcefully dragged me here after that I'm your husband your my wife talk. Of course, he did it when I was fully dressed. I just threw on a pare of leggings grey in colour and a white crop top with miss strawberry shortcake on the front. Its cute and I love it. Plus it's loose and comfy just the way I like it. Herman points towards the top cupboard next to the freezer and I send a glare his way. "I can't reach that!" I gesture towa

Give him a chance okay....Grace's words ring in my head as I make my way up the front steps to the house. Opening the door slowly and quietly as I can, I sneak back in to the house to the sound of the piano being played. It was midday and that sound sort of relaxed me a little.I didn't recognize the melody,  so I assumed it was a freestyle or a song I've never heard before. Cautiously, I make my way towards the front door of the living room and hide behind the wall next to it before looking in. The living room was a mess. It's like he took out his anger on the sofa, table and a few flower pots. Gosh this is definitely my fault. He read your diary, your right it's his own fault. I agree with my own mental remark.The melody hits a wrong key and he cussed before grabbing a glass on top of the piano and emptying it's contents. I yelp when he flungs the glass my way and it hits the inside wall of the living room at the wall adjacent to the one I was hiding b