Jiao flinched as the front door slammed, ending the precious hours of solitude she had enjoyed. She had been lying on her bed dozing, all too aware of how little sleep she generally got at night time. She had finished her housework hours ago, her father (she never ever thought of him as dad or daddy, because he often told her she wasn't his and she retained the fervent hope that he was right) had no concept of what it took to run a home and Jiao was very efficient. She wore a white tank top and white panties. The only clothes she owned were ones that he wanted to see on her. Jiao stood and stretched, assessing herself for the fresh bruises that were blossoming on her tiny body. Since she had hit puberty he had strongly warned her against 'getting fat' and so the food she dared to eat from his kitchen was sometimes barely enough to keep her alert and lucid.
Her room was pretty, though the decor was dated and suited a younger girl. Nobody who glanced around the place would think that such a miserable incest victim lived within its walls. Sometimes she lived within its basement; dehydrated, malnourished and deprived of basic sanitation until he recalled her existence. Other times he took her there just to hear her scream. Nothing in Jiao's room belonged to her and she had zero privacy here. Her own few very precious items, including an old photo of her mother, were well hidden and were the only things she ever thought of as hers.
He had bought her mother. Li Wan had been looking for a better life, advertising online for an American husband. Jiao's father however had been looking for a woman he could keep as a slave and the thought of tearing into a tiny Asian had appealed to him. He gave Li conclusive proof of his affluence, sent her a fake picture and after that it was as simple as buying a plane ticket and abducting her from the airport. He had boasted of this to Jiao many times over the years. Despite contraception, Li had fallen pregnant and her captor had quickly tired of her irrational mood swings and swelling body. He amused himself by torturing her, seeing what she would endure in order to keep him from punching her in the gut and making her abort the baby. When she got close to her time he locked her in the basement and left her to it. As Jiao had grown, he had quickly discovered how much it tormented her mother when she was interfered with. The pattern had been set and the whole of Jiao's life had been a misery, especially since her mom vanished when she was about eight. Her father would not talk about the disappearance but it didn't take Jiao long to put together her own theories.
One day she had lain there like a corpse while he used her, her traumatised mind just exiting her body for a while. Enraged as she failed to react to his abuse, her father went out drinking and came back with a prostitute. Of course the drug addled bitch had bitten off way more than she could chew and when he began abusing her she fought back and tried to leave. It may even have been an accident that he had throat-raped her to death, it may have been unintentional but it gave him a hunger that only snatching women off the street could sate. Jiao was past being horrified by anything he did and when he did have a girl chained in his basement, Jiao endured far less physical, sexual and emotional abuse. She had regarded women pitilessly as she gave them food or tended their wounds so he could hurt them again. If she had to suffer it all the time, why not them? At least they had an easy out... none of them ever survived for long.
She heard him rummage in the fridge and was relieved that he didn't want her to cook. The more time she could spend here away from his cruel scrutiny the better.
It was Friday night. She knew he would have been drinking and she knew what he would want from her. Long and painful experience made Jiao reach down into her panties and start trying to ready her tiny body for him. A good hard orgasm would raise her pain threshold and make her wet enough to maybe survive his entry without feeling like she was being torn apart. No pleasure registered on her face as she strummed her clit, it was too enmeshed with the deep shame she felt about his systematic abuse. He had long ago pulverised her self esteem, taunting her by forcibly arousing her and then telling her she was a depraved little cunt that deserved no better, that if she wasn't such a hardwired slut like her mother had been he could treat her differently, that if she wasn't such a useless piece of shit he wouldn't have to beat her so damn often.
Even now, his voice still reverberated around her head.
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