I was soaked around him. I could hear how wet I was even with his hand on my mouth. The bench kept hitting the wall in a dull, dirty beat I was sure she would notice if she stopped humming.

He changed the angle and drove into that swollen spot his tongue had already worked, and my whole body locked.

I screamed.

He pressed harder on my mouth and fucked me through it, fast and ugly, the cuffs cutting my wrists, my tank shoved up, my stepfather pounding into me on his posing bench like he had forgotten there was a marriage in the next room.

“Come,” he whispered. “Now....