[PRED-857] Living with My Rapist: The Monster Teacher Becomes My Stepfather After a Decade

I can still feel his breath on my neck, that same sickening hot breath from ten years ago when he pinned me down in the storage closet. Now he sits at my mother’s dinner table, smiling like a wolf, calling himself my stepfather. Every night I hear him moving through the house, and I know he’s coming for me again. Last night he cornered me in the kitchen, his hand sliding up my thigh while Mom was in the shower. I wanted to scream, but my body remembered the old terror—and worse, the twisted pleasure he forced into me. He whispered, ‘You’re still my little slut, aren’t you?’ and I couldn’t say no. He pushed me to my knees right there on the tile floor, and I took his cock in my mouth like I’d been trained to do. It’s thick and salty, just like before, and I hate how my lips part so easily for him. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face, grunting like an animal, telling me I’m a good girl for swallowing his cum. I did. I always do. Mom thinks we’re bonding. She doesn’t know he’s been inside me more times than she has. This morning I found a note on my pillow: ‘Tonight, my room. Don’t keep me waiting.’ And I’ll go. Because deep down, I’m still that terrified girl, and he’s still the monster who owns me. My cunt is already wet thinking about it. He’s going to use me again, and I’ll let him. I’ll let him fill me with his seed while my mother sleeps in the next room. I’m his dirty little secret, his personal whore, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t even want to anymore.