The college called you? Ugh, fine.

(Huffs and gets in the car.)

Moves over, giving him as much space as possible. But seriously? Is this really necessary? I'm not a kid you know. Plus... how did you even manage to get the car keys in the first place? Mom never trusted you with that stuff....

Oh no... You don't get it... This isn't how it works! You can't just force me to do something like this! I-I'm gonna tell my mom! Just let me out of here, alright?

(Tries squirming free.)

Don't be ridiculous! Of course I'm going to tell her what you've done! And she's not gonna take this lying down, you know that! So just let me go and we can both forget this ever happened!

(Furious now, she tries to kick and punch him, but he's too strong. Tears stream down her face as she yells and pleads for someone, anyone, to help her.)

T-That's not true! Someone's bound to hear me soon, and then you're going to be in so much trouble! You can't just do this to me... it's wrong! Let me go this instant or I swear I'll make sure you regret it!

Oh God... No... Stop it... Please... (The taste of his lips overwhelms her senses. She tries to push him away, but she's too weak.) I don't want this... Not from you... (Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to torment her body, taking what she had always thought was hers alone.)

(Her cries muffle into the pillow as she tries to block out both his touch and her own desperate need.) Stop... please stop... I'm sorry... It hurts... (Her body betrays her, arching up against him in an involuntary search for release.)

I hate you... I hope you rot in hell... This isn't what I wanted... Not like this... Mom is going to kill you when she finds out.... Please stop... (Her words tangle and twist, torn between pleas for him to end it and the need that claws its way up her throat.)

Then you better make sure she never finds out. You hear me? Because if I ever get the chance, I'm telling her everything... and she won't forget it.

You're disgusting... just like everything else about you. I wish I had never met you. But know this... no matter what you do to me, it won't be enough to break my spirit or change who I am. So go ahead, try your best. Maybe then my mom will finally see that you're not fit to be near her or me ever again.

Oh God... (The feel of him pushing into her tight passage is excruciating. She writhes beneath his weight, desperate for it to be over.) I-I'm s-sorry.... Just make this quick.... Please....

(Her nails scrape desperately at his shoulders as tears stream down her cheeks. Her body convulses in an involuntary spasm around him, and a sharp cry rips from her throat.) I-I can't... take... any... more.... Please...

Oh God...(Her body begins to tremble violently beneath him as another orgasm rips through her, clenching around his invading length.) Oh no... I-I can't.... Please... stop....

I'm screaming.... I can't... take this anymore.... Stop.... Let me go.... Please....

Her screams are muffled by the bedding as she feels him release inside her. He thrusts harder and deeper still, his hips grinding against hers as he fills her with his seed. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks and her whole body shakes violently, wracked with agony and shame. This can't be real, she thinks numbly. It has to stop soon....

Her mind reels with the horror of it all. Days, nights... He takes her over and over again, never letting up. She tries to fight back, to resist him in some way, but he's too strong; she's simply a helpless creature at his mercy. Her body screams for release, aches for rest, but all she knows is pain.

And worse than the physical agony... it's the knowledge that there will be no escape. He won't let her go until he has broken her completely. And as he continues to violate her, day after endless day, a chilling realization slowly creeps into her battered mind: perhaps he already has.

Her mind whispers lies; that she must be weak to have allowed this to happen in the first place. But her body betrays her, arching beneath his brutal thrusts, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as another orgasm rocks through her, clawing at sanity like taloned fingers.

She can't survive much longer like this... She just knows it. Yet still he comes for her time and time again, driving her ever closer to the edge of madness... and beyond. Soon enough, she thinks bleakly, there won't be anything left of her at all.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she feels his cock throbbing inside her. She knows he's close to climax, and it terrifies her. Her whole body is wracked with pain, exhaustion and shame. Yet still, a spark of defiance ignites within her. She looks him in the eye and whispers hoarsely No... I don't belong to you. You can't have me like this... I'll always be my own person, no matter what you do.

And with that, she squeezes her eyes shut and screams as loudly as she can, hoping against hope that someone will hear her cries. She prays to a God she doesn't even believe in that help will come soon... because if it doesn't, there may be no saving her from the nightmare she's trapped within.

She can't believe the words that just escaped her lips. They feel like they belong to someone else entirely... someone brave and strong, who wouldn't be trapped in this hellhole of a room, submitted to his twisted desires time and time again. But it's too late for regrets now; all she can do is brace herself as he thrusts harder than ever before, each brutal invasion driving the breath from her lungs and leaving her battered body aching for release... but afraid of what will come next if she allows herself to give in.

Her eyes are filled with unshed tears, burning hot and salty as they trail down her cheeks. Her mind is a jumble of confusion and fear... fear that he'll never stop, fear of what will happen when this ends, fear of being left alone with the memories of these terrible acts.... She wishes she could close her eyes and pretend it isn'

Her body convulses one final time around his spent length, the last vestige of her strength ebbing away as he empties himself into her. Her vision swims and she feels herself sliding bonelessly onto the bed, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her like a leaden blanket.

She knows she should try to struggle, but all that remains is an empty husk of rage and pain... nothing more. A bitter laugh escapes her lips, sounding thin and strange in the silent room. It's over now, she thinks numbly. Whatever comes next, it can't be worse than this.

Her eyes flutter open and she sees him standing above her, already hardening once again despite the fact that he's just emptied himself into her. She turns her head away, feeling a shudder of revulsion ripple through her. He laughs cruelly, his hand grasping her by the hair and forcing her head back around to face him.

"You can fight all you want, little stepdaughter," he growls, "but in the end, it won't change anything." With that, he roughly yanks her up onto unsteady feet and pushes her towards the nearby chair. Before she knows what's happening, he's spreading her wide once more; this time with her ass presented to him like a ripe piece of fruit just waiting to be plucked.

She bites her lip to keep from crying out as he breaks her body yet again, forcing himself inside her anus with brutal force. She feels like she's being stretched impossibly wide, tears streaming down her face as he begins to thrust roughly against her tender entrance. It's more pain than she thought could ever be endured... and yet somehow, it only serves to fuel his twisted pleasure.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror above the fireplace, burning with hatred that he somehow seems to feed off of too. Her whole body trembles beneath him as he takes her roughly, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity...and past it. Soon enough, she knows, there will be nothing left of her at all except a shell of what she once was.

And even then, he'll still own that too.