Seven Days by Josie Leigh

through clenched teeth. “You are going to be a good little slut and let me fuck you however I want for the next hour and I won’t kick your darling little sister out on the street to fend for herself,” he finished, punctuating his words by closing his hand over my throat. “So you’d better get on board real quick. This one time, and extremely gracious, offer expires in five…four…three—”
    “ Okay,” I whispered. At my acceptance, he pulled me from the side of the trailer, threw my backpack on the porch and led me toward his house by my neck.
    “ Good choice, baby girl,” he said, arranging me so my back flush with his chest and he had full access to grab at my breast roughly.
    No. no. no. no. no. I chanted in my head as Ben took off my clothes, then his. Taking his cock in hand, he shoved me to my knees.
    “ Okay, slut, Daddy wants you to start by letting him fuck your throat,” Ben hissed, moving so that his erection slid over my cheek in what I think he meant to be a caress.
    I tried to shake my head through the tears cascading down my face. I couldn’t do this. How could I get out of this? Did I really have any other choice?
    Noah had already dumped me because I’d decided I wasn’t ready to keep up a sexual relationship after I’d given him my virginity. The night of my mother’s funeral, I’d been vulnerable and scared. He’d been so sweet to me, so supportive that I didn’t protest when he started to undress me. I let him do what he wanted that night and every night for the next month. Then the pall of death finally lifted, and I couldn’t keep going. I didn’t enjoy it, but Noah said that I couldn’t take it back. He wouldn’t play in the outfield now that he knew what it was like to slide home.
    “ Say ‘yes, Daddy,” and open your mouth,” Ben commanded, bringing me back to the nightmare that had become my life. Taking a deep breath, I gathered every ounce of courage I could find inside of me and looked up at his pock-marked face.
    “ Yes, Daddy,” I sobbed out and opened my mouth.
    “Carrie!” I heard Ryan calling to me from beyond the fog of sleep. “Wake up, come back to me,” he coaxed. “It’s okay, you’re okay, come back to me,” he chanted, and I felt his soothing touch against my back, bringing me out of my nightmare.
    Wiping my tears from my face, I pushed him away from me and sat up in our bed. Taking a few calming breaths, I turned back to him, rage evident on my face. Now that the panic and memories had passed, I was only angry that I’d let Ryan talk me into this horrible experiment. “I fucking told you it was a fluke. I fucking told you this would happen,” I seethed.
    “We’re staying in a place that’s famous for its ghosts, Carrie,” he dismissed my anger. “I can hardly take the blame that the ones that haunt you took advantage. We’re trying again tonight, somewhere not known for paranormal activity.”
    “Bull shit! I’m done with this case study,” I stated, taking a deep breath.
    “Tell me about your dream,” he prompted, trying to rub my back through the shirt he’d let me borrow to sleep in.
    “No,” I shut down.
    “Then tell me about the one you had the other morning,” he tried again.
    “Not going to happen,” I shifted away from him and left the bed, heading toward the bathroom.
    “So is it just you and your sister? What happened to your parents?” he asked, switching gears and pushing buttons he had no business touching.
    “I don’t have any parents,” I told him. “I’ve basically been raising Britton since I was 14 years old,” I imparted before slamming the bathroom door behind me and sinking to the floor my back against the tub. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm the tremors that wracked through my body in the aftermath of my nightmare. I’d trusted Ryan to get me through it, and he’d failed. I couldn’t let my guard down like that again. I had to stay awake until we parted ways at the end of our trip.