Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
But the awful reality of our situation began to creep back in when it came time for him to enter me. I’d never had anything that thick inside of me before and I was afraid of how much it would hurt. It didn’t help that those assholes were telling him to go faster, threatening to take his place if he refused. Mercifully, my defense mechanisms kicked in again, turning the pain into an obstacle to overcome. I just had to get through the first few inches, the first ten seconds, the next five thrusts. After a little while, it stopped hurting and started to feel okay, then it felt good—really good. My dad was touching my breasts, rubbing my clit, and bouncing me on his lap.
Then, he kissed me. They didn’t tell him to do it; he’d made the decision all on his own. At that point, everything else fell away until it was just the two of us among the trees, fucking each other like it was the most natural thing for animals like us to do in the wilderness. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My first time should have been with a boy my age in a dim, smoke-filled dorm room, not at knifepoint with my dad, in the middle of the forest, surrounded by monsters. But that’s how it happened, and we couldn’t take it back. I would carry the memory of this first—my first time—inside me for the rest of my life.
I wanted to scream, but I didn’t dare make a sound. I sobbed harder into my hands. Part of me felt like I should hate my dad for what he had done to me, but even with the storm of emotions raging inside me, the one feeling I couldn’t summon was hatred. I could never hate my father. It didn’t matter that he had been the one who’d technically raped me because he was also the one who saved me.
Was he still breathing? God, I hoped so…
He’d said he would try to meet me here, but I couldn’t imagine those assholes letting him go without a fight; he would have to hurt them badly enough that they couldn’t pursue him. After having the crap kicked out of him all night by Ox, did he have the strength to overpower them?
I had my doubts.
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there sobbing, but by the time the tears dried up, I had a headache, and I was still just as terrified as I was before I sat down. Shouldn’t my dad have been here by now if he managed to get away? He did say he’d meet me at the ranger station if he wasn’t here by morning. But it would take me almost three days to hike back there, with no shoes or gear, unless I happened to run into a park ranger or someone with a satellite phone.
What will I do if he doesn’t show up?
A loud creak sounded from somewhere below. Then another, and another, getting closer.
Someone was climbing the stairs to the tower.
Panic seized my throat. Frantically, I searched the cabin for a weapon of some kind, keeping my head low. Luckily, my eyes had already adjusted to the shadows, and I could see well enough by the moonlight streaming in through the many windows. Under the table, I spotted a metal dowel rod almost as long as my arm. I snatched it up with shaky hands, holding tightly to the rusted piece of metal as the footsteps crept closer to the wooden platform.
I wanted to throw up. I held my breath in case whoever had just reached the platform could hear my breathing. A long, ominous shadow crept across the floor, trailing the mystery guest as they circled the cabin.
The doorknob rattled. I scurried into a corner, staying low, so I wouldn’t be seen. With so little furniture, there was nowhere to hide if whoever was out there decided to break down the door or come in through the window.
“Willow?”
My heart leapt into my mouth at the sound of a familiar whisper.
I was on my feet in seconds, rushing to the door and fumbling with the ancient deadbolt. I managed to get the door unlocked and tore it open to reveal my dad standing there, dressed in jeans and hiking boots. Relief poured over me as I threw my arms around his neck. I was so happy to see him that I started crying again. His shoulder muffled my sobs.
Dad ushered us inside and shut the door behind us, locking it again. His hands shook as he tentatively laid them on my back. I remembered the gunshots I’d heard and pulled away to check him for injuries.
Dark blood coated the side of his head.
I gasped. “Oh my god, what did they do to you?”