The sounds of shouting and flesh hitting against flesh fill the empty space inside my prison. Every creaking crevice seems to go silent as its drownd out, the old shed would probably shatter from the noise. I wince with every strike my father's hysterical, his lungs heaving. He growls at me and I see the lustful glimmer in his eyes one I had long grown familiar with.
"Strip you worthless slut if you dare refuse I'll beat you until you finally break." I feel the heavy weight of his gaze and shrink back instinctively. After what feels like an eternity he reaches out grabbing hold of my shirt.
"Because of you your mother is dead so U will now fulfil her duties." He yanks hard and I feel a rush of cold.
"Besides your body is a much nicer toy."