Page 251 of Tempting Venom
He’d jerk off over me, make me suck his dick sometimes, then he’d come all over my face.
Always my face.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was pretend it wasn’t happening to me. I floated to the stars on the ceiling of my room and stayed there watching the broken version of me being molested and unable to breathe.
“Shh, Preston.”
“Stay quiet, Preston.”
“Don’t tell, Mommy, okay? She’ll hate you if you ruin her happiness, and she’ll leave you just like your daddy did.”
“Your parents don’t love you, Preston. You were just born because they needed someone to inherit their money.”
“I love you, Preston. I’m the only one who’s ever loved you. You know that?”
“It’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I’m not hurting you, see? I could fuck you, but I won’t ruin you like that. I’m just training you so you can please me better. Until you’re a bit bigger, I’ll continue to picture your pretty face as I fuck your mom’s ass.”
“She really hates it when you’re withdrawn during meals. If you keep flinching and acting dramatic, she’ll get rid of you.”
I believed him.
After my parents’ marriage ended, I couldn’t risk Mom abandoning me, too.
The idea of being all alone terrified me.
To this day, it still does.
In my mind, it was simple—to keep my mom, I needed to stay quiet.
Once, I was with Dad for a few days, and I was so happy I didn’t have to see Claude. For once, I wouldn’t be crushed by his heavy body, nor would I be gagged by peppery musk mixed with that overpowering smell of cigarettes.
But I still couldn’t sleep well. I spent most of the nights watching the door, imagining it creaking as his silhouette peeked through. On the last night at my dad’s, before I had to go home, my stomach churned, and bile rose in my throat.
I threw up a couple of times and held on to Dad with all my might, crying like a little bitch when he dropped me off at Mom’s.
When he asked me what was wrong, I wanted to scream, “Help me, Daddy. There’s a man who keeps hurting me, and I don’t like it.”
But Mom appeared at the door and yanked me from his arms, and I just kept my mouth shut.
And I had to tell myself things such as…
“Stay quiet.”
“Put up with it.”
“That way, your mom won’t hate you.”
“That way, you’ll always have someone and you won’t be all alone.”
“It’s okay, Preston. If you look at the stars, stay calm, and don’t fight, you’ll eventually be able to breathe.”
It was the worst when I fought. Claude would be more brutal and vicious. He’d slam a pillow on my face and hold it there as I thrashed and kicked and my muffled screams echoed in the air.
My whole world would be black, soulless, and cold. I’dscream Mom’s and Dad’s names, but they wouldn’t hear me.
I felt so alone.
