***Please note- this chapter is extremely mature in content and it depicts extreme sexual violence. Please read at your own discretion.*** 

"What's my name?" he asked as he thrust into her body.

"Uncle Paul." Juri cried out, her hands tightening around the bed frame as he shattered her from beneath.

"Cry for me, little girl. Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

Tears streamed down her face as he forced himself into her again and again and all she could do was take it. "Harder, please, Uncle Paul."

"Filthy little bitch." He slapped her across her face, before pulling on her cheek. She lost her balance and collapsed onto his chest, allowing him to push his way so deep into her body, that she thought he would kill her. Her breath was ragged, and her back was wet with sweat and blue from the way he held onto her. "Sit up, little bitch."

"I'm tired, please." She begged, barely able to move.

"I said," he dug his fingers into her jaw, "Sit up."

She forced her body to comply, but she could barely keep her eyes open. She yelped as he smacked her breast and yelped once more as his fingers tightened around her nipple.

"Now move."

She rolled her hips, trying her best to keep him happy but it still wasn't good enough for him.

"Girl, if you don't ride me the way I taught you, I'm going to destroy this little cunt of yours."

She clenched herself around him as she moved, feeling her eyes begin to close once more but she couldn't do it. He had been using her in every way possible for the past two hours and she was just too exhausted. "Please, I can't."

"Fucking useless..." he forced her off him, ignoring her wince as he pushed her to the floor. "Get on your knees, little slut."

She did as she was told, scared of what he might do if she stayed on the floor to catch her breath. He gripped her hair, yanking her head back as he stuffed his fingers down her throat. "Suck them nice and deep, baby. Just a little practice for what's about to come." He pressed her throat with his other hand, enjoying the worried tint to her eyes. "Good work, little slut. Now keep it open..." he grabbed onto her chin, forcing her jaw to stretch even wider before he forced himself down her throat. "Take it all in, baby. Just like I taught you." She choked on him, feeling him at the back of her throat but he wouldn't stop. Her tears dripped into her mouth, but she couldn't even wipe them away because he would never allow her to move her hands from behind her back.

"My little bitch is learning her lesson, isn't it? When I say ride me-" he thrust deep into her throat, causing her to gag on him, "You fucking ride me." He released himself, not moving until she had swallowed every last bit of him.

She hated him.

She hated him so much.

As she knelt before him-used, broken, degraded on the floor- she swore that she would kill him. She would kill the fucker and fuck the consequences.

She pushed away from him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before she spat out remnants of him onto the floor.

He grabbed his belt off the hook, looping it as he walked towards her. "Girl, I will-"

A bullet flew past his head and another followed soon after.

A third lodged itself into the wall behind her.

And then, they ran.