EroticReverie

Gibson Shaw ... One Week Later

"hey there pops, how ya doin?" I say as I walk into the cellar where we've been keeping Liviana's father. 

He's scrawny now. But I guess that's what a weeks worth of near starvation will do to a man. It reeks of piss and shit down here. Partially from him, partially from past men we've had to bring to the cellar. 

"Oh Uncle Dennis, you're awake too, nice to see ya" I wave and both men groan. 

"you wont....get away ...with this you...little...shit" Dennis heaves each breath. I think I collapsed one of his lungs a few days ago. I smile. 

"tsk tsk" I shake my head "that's no way to talk to the man who feeds you." 

"you're a fucking psychopath" he chokes on his breath, wheezing. 

"But at least im not a pedophile, yeah?" I say and flick my knife open, her father whimpering like a fucking little bitch. Not sure which I hate more, his whimpering, or her "Uncle's" shit talking. 

"She was thirteen" Dennis coughs. 

"a child." I tell thim, gritting my teeth. "She was a fucking child." 

"tell me..." he wheezes. "you just jealous we..loosened her up for you?" he asks and I walk over, slicing my knife through the air across his face. 

Dennis didn't die that day in the thrift shop when he assualted Liv in broad daylight. No. Swamp authorities decided to let us take care of him after we told them what he did to Liv. They all had daughters of their own and Dennis wasnt a local anyways. He came into the Heights for one thing, one thing, that he'd never have again. 

He's a real fighter, I'll give him that, he's been here over a month. Pissing and shitting himself. 

"she's a little fucking liar" he wheezes , bleeding all over himself. 

"she loved getting fucked...rode my shit like a-"

I slice my knife through the air again, dragging it hard across his neck. 

His head falls limp and bobs as he chokes out the last breaths hell ever take, blood filling his lungs , as he gurgles and her father whines, crying like a fucking bitch. 

"You..." I glare at him. "You see that....see your fucking friend....know how long he's been down here? You've got years of this to look forward to you sick fuck." I growl. 

"Now...I lost my temper with Dennis...so he gets off fucking easy...only paying a month of time for the years of shit he did to Liv....but you....no....no no no, you wont get off easy....because guess what...you havent even had the worst of it you fuck....you think raping your daughter is fun? Think thats a good fucking time?"  I seethe. 

"Wait till my friends pay you the same fucking medicine." I grin. "Wait till they fuck you just like you fucked her...wait till they stick their cocks where they dont belong....lets see how you fuckin like it pops" I growl at him and punch him in the face as he cries and I turn to the door and open it.

"He's all yours. Don't fuckin kill him." I say as they all walk in with Baseball bats. 

"Dont worry, those are for your face." I say back to him. 

"Yeah, we dont stick our cocks in kiddie fuckers." One of the men says. 

"But a bat will do nicely, dont you think?" one of them strokes the wooden bat and I grin and nod. 

"Sure do. "I say. 

"Text me when you're done." I say, closing the door behind me. 

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I sit upstairs in run down abandonned house, and revel in the fucking mufffled screams coming from her father. He'll pay, for a long, long fucking time for what he did to her and made her do. For every year her touched her, we'll keep him for two. He'll spend the rest of his god damn life in the prison WE see fit for men like him. 

"How's it going?" Jett texts me. 

"As it should." I reply.

"Good." he says. 

"Wheres my girl?" I reply.

"Out back." He says. 

"She alright?" I ask. 

"yep. she's good." he replies.

"You good?" he asks.

"yep." I reply. 

"Liar." he types.

"Fuck you." I type back and that's the end of the conversation. 

It's been a week since the attack on our property. A week since Liv stopped sleepingin my bed. 

I knew it was coming. Was hoping it wouldnt. I liked her in my bed, in my arms. But I knew she was never mine, even before I knew why she wasnt really mine. And when I learned Axl was the first to have any part of her, it all made sense. I love Liviana. With all my fucking heart. And who knows, maybe I am IN love with the girl. I'll always fucking love her, she'll always be my best fucking friend and my girl. But I know...in the end....she was never going to be with me. She sleeps in his bed now. In his arms. I dont get those soft kisses good night, or good morning, i dont get her soft touches or her warm pussy making me feel like a fucking king as she rides me. 

She's his now. She's always been his.