Beg for your anidady.

You look down at your brother, who is patiently waiting with his head tightly squeezed between your shaking bare legs and his eyes tightly wrapped with a blindfold. It is the last piece of fabric between you and your life, never being able to return to normal. You place your hands on to the man whose face is still buried in you now wet pussy lips "look kid; I'll do anything just let me keep my identity a secret for both our shakes."

"No can do, Miss. I plan on marrying you."

You think to myself," how stupidly romantically innocent of him."

He continues, "I can do that right, dad?"

Your father's booming voices echo, drawing your attention to him. He is leading all the girls, including your mother, deeper into the warehouse. Most likely for his own personal 'fun time.' "Son, you can do whatever you want with her. She is yours now."