*Disclaimer: This story has some graphic scenes which some may find offensive.

BPOV

"Bella, sweet Be-ll-a... come out, come out, sweetheart." His voice is slurring. I can hear his boots as he stomps around the house, searching for me. I know he will find me. And I will be punished. But I hide anyway, hoping he won't find me.

"There you are, my little one," he says as he drags me out of the cupboard I am hiding in.

I close my eyes as he pushes me onto the bed and pulls off my clothes with his rough hands. I don't dare to make a sound. He likes it when I am quiet. If I am quiet, he won't hurt me. Not more than usual, at least.

Soon, I hear the familiar sound of his zipper and I can't help the small scream as he pushes himself in. It just hurts so bad. No, I shouldn't have screamed. I shouldn't have... I start to apologize but…

Smack. "Quiet bitch, shut up and take it!" He punctures each word with a thrust. I bite my tongue to stop from screaming out again as the pain becomes too much to handle. I refuse to cry. It will just excite him more.

Suddenly he pulls out and forces his cock into my mouth. I almost choke at the sudden invasion.

"Come on, take it all, girl. Take it all like a good slut. If you bite me like last time, it's your funeral," he growls. And soon his grunts of pleasure fill my ears. He twists my hair in his hands tightly as he uses me.

"Fuck, take it all bitch," he grunts. "Finish me off properly or…" He doesn't have to complete that: I know what would happen if he isn't satisfied.

I try my best to take it all in. I can't breathe now, but he doesn't relent. In fact he's enjoying my struggle. It adds to his pleasure to see me suffer. I gag and am rewarded with a slap on my cheek.

"You little slut," he growls as he once more thrusts into my mouth. I moan, begging for reprieve. That earns me another smack. This time on my thigh.

"Finish me off," he grunts.

His thrusts become more forceful and then he starts coming in my mouth. "Swallow it, bitch. Swallow every single drop." He shouts as he continues to squirt his cum into my mouth. He watches, ensuring I take it all. I don't dare show the revulsion I feel on my face. I close my eyes and swallow it, struggling to not spit it out.

Once he is done, he pushes me away like trash. I wait silently, praying that he is done for the night.

But no, he is just beginning. His hands are on my pussy. Invasive. Painful. "Fuck, I almost came inside you tonight." He looks at me with a gleam in his eyes. That look always makes me feel dirty. Makes my body repulsive to myself.

"Soon, Bella. Soon this little pussy will take my cum. One day soon I am gonna breed you, my little Bella. Once you are eighteen, I am going to get you with my seed, and then you will be stuck here, just for my pleasure, for your whole life. I am gonna make you my little bitch. My little sex slave," my step father says as his fingers continue the assault. His smile is sickening.

I will never escape from this monster. I already know that. But the thought of having his child… the thought itself creates fits of terror in me. I can feel myself shaking. No, not a child! I can't breathe. A lifetime of this. No, I just can't. Not anymore. Anything but a child. I can't help the small whimper which escapes from my mouth. I am scared. I am just so scared.

"Huh, what's that? You don't approve of my plans for our future?" His voice is once again harsh. I know what's coming. "Well, I don't need your approval, you slut." His hands are in my hair once more. I try to hold in the scream.

"I have told you that I don't like to crossed, Bella," he says. "You have been a bad girl. And bad girls have to be punished." he says, hands taking hold of my breasts and pinching my nipples until I can't hold back the screams anymore.

"Go take your position," he commands.

I scrabble to take my position facing the wall, my ass exposed to him for punishment. Each second I lag adds an extra welt.

"Good girl, count with me now," he says and the belt hits my back almost immediately. I don't cry out loud. It will just make him angrier.

"One," I shout instead.

And so it continues till his hands ache and then he leaves me there with a promise to come back the next night. I wait for the door to slam shut.

Only then do I collapse on to the floor. And only then do I let my tears fall.

At last I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I pull on the usual top I use for the ritual. It used to be white, but now it has red stains across it everywhere.

I slowly take out the things I need and sit cross-legged on the floor. The tiles feel cold. My back and ass hurt, but I don't care.

The razor is sharp. I can't help smiling as the blood oozes out of my veins. My hand is so beautiful, covered in ribbons of red. Another scar to match the rest on my body. As I watch the blood flow freely, I can feel the pain starting to numb me. But then I remember his promise of getting me pregnant. No. No. I am not going to allow it. I would rather die.

Die. I look at the blood on my hands. The flow has reduced. It's just a small cut. I look at the razor. Sharp.

I can't help the hysterical laughter as moments later, the blood splutters everywhere. He is not going to have me anymore. I win. He will never get me now. I laugh out loud. I laugh at the world. I laugh at God. I laugh at myself. I laugh till I fade away.

*So, I redid the chapter. With a lot of help from my new beta. Thank you for all your help Fantasy0506. I can feel it that we are going to make a great team.