Daughter

Emily stood frozen, the color draining from her face.

Ralf didn’t even pause the anime. He just lifted one foot off Rebecca’s back and pointed lazily at the floor in front of him.

“Shut your fucking mouth and crawl over here, Emily. On your knees. Now.”

Her gym bag was still on the floor where it had fallen. Her lips parted (maybe to scream, maybe to beg), but the ring snapped them closed. Her knees buckled. She dropped hard, palms hitting the hardwood, and crawled toward him like her mother had hours earlier.

When she reached the couch, Ralf grabbed a fistful of her ponytail and yanked her head into his lap.

“Take it out and start sucking. You already know what your mommy’s mouth tastes like today; get used to sharing.”

Emily’s shaking fingers fumbled with his zipper. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she obeyed, taking him deep while Rebecca remained motionless under his heels, stuffed and humiliated only feet away.

Ralf leaned back, sighing with pleasure, and spoke in the same conversational tone he might use to explain homework.

“Listen carefully, bitch. From this second forward, you and your whore mother belong to me. Body, mind, future (everything). I’m going to treat both of you like the worthless trash you always thought I was. You, Emily, are my dog now. A literal dog. You do not speak English ever again. You bark, you whine, you whimper. That’s it. You crawl everywhere. You piss outside if I feel like it. You eat from a bowl on the floor. You sleep in a crate if I’m in a bad mood. When I snap my fingers, you present your ass or your throat (doesn’t matter which).”

He thrust deeper, making her gag, then continued.

“Your cheer days are over. Your college plans are over. Your little Instagram-perfect life? Gone. You’re a pet. My pet. And pets don’t wear clothes in the house, so strip (right now, while you keep sucking).”

Emily’s sports bra and shorts hit the floor in clumsy, frantic movements, never once breaking the rhythm he **** on her mouth.

“Good girl,” he mocked, scratching behind her ear like she really was a dog. “When I’m done here, you’re going to lick your mommy clean, every hole, every toy I left inside her, then thank me with a happy little bark. After that, we’ll pick out a nice collar and leash for tomorrow’s walk.”

He closed his eyes, enjoying the wet sounds and the soft, defeated whimpers that were already starting to sound less human.

Outside, the streetlights flickered on. Inside, the Sullivan house had a new owner, and the first night of the rest of their lives had only just begun.