His words had worked their way into her psyche in ways that were hard to predict, even for the clever predator that was Roger Wheeley. They had dug into her brain and torn all sense of reality to shreds. The jealousy of an undesirable woman was a terrifying thing indeed.
A huge argument between mother and daughter had followed and the woman unloaded on the young girl.
“It’s your fault! Why can’t you dress properly?!”
“If you don’t want him to touch you, put a lock on your door!”
“Why do you always have to stand in the way of my happiness?!”
“You’re old enough to know what men want! How could you let this happen?!”
“How could you do this to me?!”
It was June now and Roger Wheeley was tired of jacking off under the covers to old memories, repressing his urges to appease the overweight woman lying next to him. She was dependent on him and the luxuries he provided, not the other way around.
He tossed back the covers and got up. With a few quiet steps he reached the door and stepped outside. Ellie’s bedroom lay across the hallway to his right.
His dick was throbbing inside his boxers when he reached the girl’s room. A lot of frustration had built up inside his groin and tonight he would release it all.
Roger opened the door and found the girl lying in bed, wide awake. She looked at him with those pale blue eyes that pierced the darkness and an almost blank expression. Only the corners of her delicate mouth curled slightly downward.
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” Roger had to pant his words, he was so aroused.
The girl said nothing. Instead, she sighed and turned on her belly like he had taught her to do. Face down, ass up, that was the easiest way to fuck.
Roger wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that put him into a frenzy, or if it was even about the girl at all. Perhaps it was simply the control he had over something so beautiful and something so precious that aroused him beyond belief. As if the power itself was intoxicating and Ellie was merely the vessel through which that power inhabited his body.
Regardless, he climbed into bed with her and positioned himself behind her. With an experienced hand he removed her panties and slid a finger inside her very tight vagina. The first few times it had bled profusely, but the girl was used to it now. He had broken her in.
She cried as he moved in and out with his finger, but the tears made him even hornier. Soon he forced in a second finger, just to see how much he could hurt the young girl.
“This is what you get for telling on me,” he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Are you going to tell on me again?”
The girl sobbed, “N-no….”
“No what?”
“N-no… I won’t… won’t tell on you again….”
Pleased with her answer and the control it gave him over her, he retreated from her vagina. He smacked her behind with the hand he’d just used to finger her, on the way out.
“Ouch!”
“Crybaby. Here… let me give you what you really want….”
Roger took the dick that was raging inside his boxers and shoved it inside of her. She felt so warm and so tight, and he was so frustrated, that it was hard not to explode on the spot. He controlled himself, however, and fucked her very slowly.
Ellie’s moans were pained and, mixed with the tears she couldn’t keep herself from crying, they formed a terrible melody that sounded beautiful only to the ears of Roger Wheeley.
“I’m sorry, my chocolate milk… I won’t last very long tonight. But we’ll have plenty more nights to come….”
Roger Wheeley knew he was about to blow his load and felt ready to do so. So what if he came quickly? There was always next time. Maybe they’d go another round before he went back to bed, even.
It never came to an orgasm.
“You motherfucker!”
The voice belonging to his overweight fiancée came from behind him and, before he could even turn to look, his lights went out forever.
Stella stood in her daughter’s bedroom with the bloody claw hammer still in her hand. Her breathing was heavy after crushing her fiancée’s skull and repeatedly bashing in his face.
Roger Wheeley was now a bloody pulp lying on the floor and, when you looked at him, you could barely tell that he had once been a person.
Her daughter lay in bed with her covers pulled all the way over her nose. Only her terrified pale blue eyes remained. There was blood on the covers. There was blood everywhere. A testament to Stella’s unfathomable rage.
That rage simply would not subside and it was all she could do to drop the hammer before she launched herself at her daughter. She tore the covers from the terrified little slut’s hands and grabbed her hair. Violently Stella pulled her daughter’s face toward the bloody pile that was Roger’s remains.
“This is what you get when you fuck with me! You spoiled, entitled little shit! This was my man! My man! Look what you made me do!”
“Mom…. Don’t! It wasn’t my—”
“You best not finish that sentence!”
In her burning fury Stella tossed the girl against the wall and sat down on top of her. First she slapped her cheeks, but she could not prevent her hands from balling up into fists. Fists that bruised the beautiful face of her whorish daughter.
“You did this! This is your fault!”
The girl said nothing anymore. She simply sobbed as she took her mother’s abuse.
“I saw you with your ass up for him to fuck! I heard you moan for him like a dirty whore!”
Her daughter’s tears stained her fists and Stella realized that she was going to kill her. She was going to kill her very own daughter. Her little girl that had somehow turned into this vile and hideous thing. She should have aborted the slut when she had the chance all those years ago.
Now, though, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her rage did not go that far. She couldn’t end it. She couldn’t snuff the life that she had brought into this world. Even if it was a worthless whore.
Stella pulled her daughter’s face very close to her own.
“I am allowing you to live, even though you’re worthless. Even though all of this is your fault! I’m letting you go and I never want to see you again!”
She stood up and released her daughter of the pressure her large body presented. Then she turned around and walked toward the door. Before she stepped into the hallway she turned around and allowed herself to look at her daughter one last time. She saw a weak, disgusting, terrified little thing curled up in the corner of the bedroom.
“You better not be here when I come back.”
DAY 4
OCTOBER 27, 2019 – PART 1
Morning came with a few rays of sunlight peeking into Ellie’s hospital room. The bright red of the rising sun made room for lilac shades, prompting the birds outside to whistle their private melodies. With the stormy wind of the previous night finally dying down, the start of a new day was a fact.
Arthur had spent the night in an uncomfortable plastic chair next to Ellie’s bed. His body was sore but his mind was worse still, wracked with doubt and concern.
In the rare moments that she slept Ellie looked peaceful. During her long waking hours, however, there was only panic in her pale blue eyes, and tension in her muscles that even the drugs couldn’t calm. Fortunately, she was resting now.
Arthur hadn’t spent the night by himself. The young investigator, Jane Elring, and her bodyguard had come in slightly before midnight and watched over Ellie with him. The news they had brought with them was truly awful. The young Ethan Walker had passed away.