It doesn't go well

Looking at William you know this is going to be difficult. His eyes burn with anger for you all you can hope is that his fear of your father outweighs the anger he feels towards you. Either way, you know this is your only option it's either this or be used as a whore by your brother. The thought of which disguises you yet if you're unable to reason with William it's a thought that might very well become your reality. As you'll be faced with only two options **** or becoming nothing more than a whore whose mouth would be used for anything other than talking.

Knowing these might be the most important words that you have ever spoken you take in a deep breath and pray. You pray that you can through to William that he'll listen to reason and you pray for the courage needed to survive what comes next. Letting the breath out you decide it's time to make your move. Putting your arms up slowly you begin to speak to William who's just standing there looking at you waiting for you to answer him.

"William," you say doing your best to stay calm in this stressful situation. "I know you're angry and you have every right to be," you tell him as you try to convince him you understand him. It was a trick that you had seen watching old police shows growing up. This however wasn't a show this was real life and for you, the stakes couldn't be any higher. You just had to hope that the trick you had seen on TV would help you in real life.

Just then William reached out towards you grabbing you once more by your throat. As you try to gasp for air William begins to scream at you. "Angry, angry you think I'm angry," William says his eyes filled with rage. There's an old saying about if looks could kill and in this moment you know if they could then you'd be dead by now. A scary thought for sure but with your brother's hand across your throat you're body struggling to catch its breath it was a thought that you almost welcomed.

After all, wouldn't it be better to die with dignity than to live as some broken shell of your former self? It wasn't a question you had long to think about though as slowly you felt William's grip begin to loosen. As the air began to enter you're body once more you couldn't help but curse as your chance for a quick **** had so cruelly been taken from you leaving you in Williams crosses. Well, his grip might have loosened enough for you to catch your breath his grip was still tight enough that you found yourself pined up against the wall unable to do anything but wait for whatever your brother was about to do.

"You're right I am angry," William said looking deep into you're eyes. "You come into my family after years of wanting nothing to do with us and what do you expect a welcome?" He says reaching into his pocket with his one free hand. "Well then this is your welcome," William says pulling a knife from his pocket. Suddenly you hear a Click as the blade of the knife begins to pop out. With his blade now fully out William began to bring it closer to you. Thinking this might be your final moment you take a deep breath and close your eyes not wanting to see what would happen next.

With your eyes closed you feel the blade of the knife against you but instead of feeling the blade piercing your skin you feel it moving across your body quickly cutting. You open your eyes and to your horror, you see the clothes that you have been wearing cut into ribbon. As you stare down at the tattered remains of your clothes lying on the floor panic starts to set in. You realize there's nothing left covering your body nothing but some tattered remains just hanging on. With your body exposed and your breasts now hanging out all you can do is wait for William to have his way with you.