"GET THE FUCK UP!" I heard someone scream.

Before I could react to what was said I felt cold hands grabbing my ankles pulling me off the bed. I hit my head hard on the floor, when I'm forced on the ground.

I push my teeth together to stop any sound. I look up and see my father kicking me in side, back, and legs. I move my arms around my head for protection. I kicked against the wall one last time before I'm yanked up by my hair.

"Stand up," father demanded.

With shaky legs I stand up. Father move my hands so their flat against the wall in front of me. My body throbs with pain.

Please don't let me have internal bleeding. Ow shit.

Father kicks the back of knees causing me to fall to the ground.

"WHAT PART OF STAND UP DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"

I attempt to stand up but fail each time causing me to land back on the ground.

Please stop

Father picks me up and throws me on my bed. He pulls out rope from his back pocket. Stretching each of my limbs he ties me to my bed, stomach down. I can feel the rope cutting through my skin.

I cry out in pain when I feel a belt being slapped across my back. Not satisfied father rips my shirt off right down the middle. Exposing my bare skin. Considering it was just might I'm not wearing a bra. He uses scissors to help cut off my pant leaving me in my purple laced underwear.

"Please stop," I sob out as he continues to slap his leather belt against my bare skin. I feel blood running down my back. Seeing the blood he stops.

"PLEASE," I screamed at him as he ran his hand over my butt. I

I freeze and cringe all at the same time. Every time he hit me my body clenched.

"Don't you EVER raise you voice at me," he says and hits me again but on my butt this time.

After my back, butt, and legs all start bleeding he seems satisfied, with hitting me at least.

I realize he's naked when he lays on top of me making us skin to skin. I start sobbing, not wanting to be here anymore.

I should be just cut my wrists, this wouldn't be happening. Please, get off me please.

Father whispers into my ear, "This is just the start of our day," his voice filled with evil.

I cry even more, if that's at all possible, because of the fact I can feel him on me, again. Flash backs come back from the night he raped me. I squeeze my eyes shut in attempt to get rid of them.

I take a sigh of relief when I feel father get off me. He smirks at me. I curse under my breath for doing that.

He goes to each limb and cuts the rope. When he got to my right ankle, his knife nicked it causing blood to drop down my ankle. I don't feel it, I just feel the blood. My bodies to damaged to feel small pain.

Father flips me around so I'm face up. I see him standing in front of my bed completely naked and quickly close my eyes. He rubs his hands up and down my body, then pulls my underwear off leaving me bare.

He rapes me. Pain shoots through my body with every movement.

Damn it. Father doesn't have a condom.

He picks me up in his arms carries me in the bathroom, setting me in tub. He closed the door and fills the tub up with warm water. He grabs a rag, shampoo, conditioner and body wash. He bathed me.

When he's done, he gets in on the opposite side of the tub. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see anything.

"Open your eyes and look at me," father gently says.

Him being nice makes me so much more scared, but I do as I'm told and stare at his chest. He stands up forcing me to look at his dick, and picks me up. He sits back down and put me on his lap.

Tears stream down my face causing everything to go blurry. He rubs his hand everywhere in my body, causing pain to shoot through me again. Every touch makes me feel like my skin is on fire.

Why me? This thought runs through my mind while father treats me like toy.