EroticReverie

Axl Shaw 

It’s me, Liviana and all of my brothers other than Sid who is at home with Violet and Mick. 

Her father sits there where Cash and Crue just dragged him from sound proof cell. He’s tied to a chair. Bruised. Bloodied. Scarred. And starved. He doesn’t even need to be tied up. He couldn’t possibly do shit right now with how weak he is. 

She looks at him. Didn’t even flinch when they revealed the state he was in. 

“What have you done to him?” She asks. But she’s not asking because she’s upset with the state he’s in. She wants to know how much he’s suffered. 

Crue starts to list the ways we’ve tortured him. She stands there looking at her father who’s gagged and crying and staring right back at her. Pleading with his daughter. Through the gag and through his pathetic apologetic eyes. She’s shaking. Her hands are in fists and her mouth is tight as she stares at him and listens to the horrible things we’ve done to him and had done to him. 

Her chest heaves with a tight breath as Crue tells her we had men rape him using baseball bats. I flinch. But she nods. As if she knows he deserves worse than that and doesn’t care at all. But she does. She’s Liviana. This man was supposed to be her father and her protector and he abused her and let other men do the same. Yet it’s still her father. And right now she’s probably wondering why? Why couldn’t he love her the right way? The little girl in her wants to know why she wants deserving of a good father. But she was. She is. He’s just not a good man. 

I watch her. My hand reaching out to her as she steps closer to him. But I take my hand back as Crue and Cash move away from him and her father pleads with cries and tears. 

She reaches up and yanks the gag from his mouth and his pathetic sobs fill the cellar. 

“I love you, I love you, I’m so sorry baby, I love you” he says. 

“Shut up.” She hisses and smacks him across the face. That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl. 

“You don’t get to fucking cry.” She says and he keeps sobbing and looking at her. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he cries and shake his head and groans at the new broken bones in his leg that I gave him just a little over an hour ago.  His arm hanging limp out of its socket from the way Gibson dislocated it yesterday. 

“I’m your father Liv , I never meant to hurt you” he cries. 

Such a piece of shit. Such a fucking disgusting sack of shit. 

“I told you, to shut up” Liv says and her hand whips to the side and then backhands his already swollen face. 

“You raped me. You raped me for years. You let other men rape me. You’re not sorry. You’re just sorry I have a family now that loves me and wouldn’t let you fucking get away with it anymore” she says. She’s crying. But she forces her words out. 

“You fucked me. You fucked your own daughter. You threatened to fuck Violet. You’re not sorry.”

“I am.  I swear I am!” He cries. 

“Yeah. I’m sure you are. Now that you’re as helpless as I was the first time you held me down and raped me.” 

“Now that you have no power over me, now that I have the power….youre sorry” she mocks the words. Whining then like he did and I look to my brothers. Who are all , also amused by her in this moment.  Proud of her. Smirking.  Each other. As our girl stands there in front of the man that made her life hell. Stole her childhood and her innocence. 

“Liv…please” he pleads and his chest shakes with his sobs. 

“Please? Do you know what that words mean…daddy?” She asks and he winces and groans and tries to shuffle in the chair. 

“When I said please don’t daddy, please stop daddy, did you ever listen to MY pleases?” She seethes. 

He shakes his head. 

“So what the fuck makes you think I’d ever listen to yours?” She says and grabs him by his hair and yanks his head back. 

“You were supposed to be my father….you were supposed to love me!” She cries. 

“I did! I do! Baby I do!” He cries. 

“I’ve always loved you” he cries. 

“I didn’t need you to love me. Like. That.” She hisses. “I didn’t need you to fuck me!” 

“You …” he cries. “You liked it ..s-sometimes” he says. 

I growl and she smacks him. 

“Fuck you.” She snarls. “I was a little girl!”

Her father’s head lifts and there’s a change in his eyes. His true beast showing. 

“Did you tell them how….you used to put my fucking hand between your legs? Did you tell them that? How you asked for it?!” He spits and she tenses. 

“Or how you came back from their shit hole house and crawled into bed with me and fucked my dick after being on theirs?” He smirks. 

“Did you tell them that ?” He snarls. 

Whatever he says doesn’t matter. He’s a fucking idiot. If he thinks anything he says is going to change a thing he’s wrong. We know he groomed her. Her entire fucking life. Nothing he can say will matter. 

Liviana is shaking. Her demeanor shifting. She’s cracking and her anger is overtaken by sadness, by her heart breaking for probably the millionth time as she stares down the one man who should’ve protected her better than anyone. 

“Why?” she cries now. “Why couldn’t you just love me? I deserved better. I deserved a father. Not a..m-monster” she says and he just looks at her. 

“You got exactly what you deserved” he says and my nostrils flare as Liviana chokes on a sob. 

“So will you.” She says moments later when she’s swipes angrily at her cheeks. 

Liviana backs up and turns to us. Her eyes on me. I nod. I look to Sid. He holds out his hunting knife to her. 

“I can do it …if you want.” He says more softly than he’s ever spoken to anyone. 

She takes the knife by the hilt and shakes her head. 

“Dont be greedy. This one’s mine.” She says and her little dark joke surprises me and Sid huffs a small laugh and releases the knife. 

When she turns towards her father he looks at his daughter, the girl he abused nearly her entire life and to the knife in her hand. 

“Don’t you want to know the names of the others?” He says and she shakes her head. 

“No.” She says plainly. Because he doesn’t know that it’s me and my brothers who want those names. 

“You hold no power over me anymore. Over anyone. Ever again. I don’t give a shit about their names. I’ll forget them all, like I’ll forget you.” She says stepping closer and he trembles as she raises the knife to his throat. 

“You’ll never forget me.” He says with a lift of his chin and exposes his throat.

“You’ll feel me everytime another man is inside you.” He smirks. 

“You’ll feel the man who had you first” he says.

“You’re not a man. Men don’t rape children.” She says and presses the blade deeper and a bit tighter to his skin. 

“Do you regret it…at all?” She asks softly. 

“The only thing I regret is not knowing what Violet feels like on my co-“

His words go unfinished as she draws the knife across his neck. A strong slash. The only sound is the gurgling of him choking on his own blood. 

I stand there. We all stand there as bloods splatters and drenches him chest. 

Livianas hands are by her sides. Unmoving. No trembling. Just still. So still as she watches the jerks of his body come to a halt and he goes limp. He’s dead. 

Then she moves and we watch her as she takes the knifes tip and steers it across his skin. Carving one letter after another. I look to Sid who had a small smirk on his lips. As he watches her carve the same words that he has into all the men he’s killed on our list. Even the ones we fed to the swamps. Child Fucker. The letters bleed and she steps back when she’s done and then turns slowly. Her head hanging , her eyes on the floor. 

“That’s my girl.” Sid whispers. Her head lifts and I watch him give her a small nod with a smile. The corner of her mouth lifts slightly and she walks to him and hands him back the knife. 

I didn’t want her to kill him. I was worried about the long term effects, adding more shit to the trauma he’d already caused her. But she looks lighter somehow. Relief seeping through her body as she steps back and looks at the rest of us. 

“Don’t feed him to the swamps. I don’t want his flesh and bones tainting our home.” She says and my dick twitches. And I’m sure the others are having a similar response. Our home. Her home. 

“I don’t want his body left to be found. But I don’t want him here.” She says and we all nod and she takes a deep breath. 

“I’d like to go home now.” She says and I nod and she walks over to me. I take her in my arms. “Take me home” she whispers softly.