The horrid darkness

Mina's eyes went wide, but there was no light at all in the basement. She found the edges of the bed, the small metal toilet, and finally the bars. The sound of her own breathing was accompanied by the faint scurrying sounds of a rodent or other small creature on the damp concrete floor. The fear she had distracted herself from grew as she clutched the black robe about her body. She wanted to close the cell door and hide in a corner, but didn't want to stumble blindly along the bars for fears of finding something in the ink-black darkness. She edged her way back to the cot, and sat, her chest heaving with rapid, panicked breathes. The steady drip of water from the ancient shower head provided something to focus on other than her pounding heartbeat.

"Mina..." a voice said, echoing off of the stone walls. She drew her legs up under her and clutched Lisette's diary to her chest. Her father had returned to torment her again.

"No... Go away!" she said in a desperate whisper, shaking her head as a tear formed in her eye. The hinges of the rusted door creaked, the shrillness of it amplified by her deprived senses. She could smell the seaweed and brine of his body as he drew closer to her. She dropped the diary and clutched her knees with her arms, rocking slightly as his heavy boots scraped toward her with an uneven gait.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mina. Soon, you'll be with us. All of us..." he said, his voice the strained horror of a drowning man desperate for air. She felt his cold, wet hand touch her exposed knee. Mina jerked backward with a gasp as his weight joined hers upon the bed. Soon, his other hand was pulling her arms away, trying to wedge her clamped legs open as his weight pressed down on her. She started to cry as his unnatural strength overcame hers. He pushed her loincloth aside in the darkness as she frantically slapped at his filthy shoulders and clammy face. It was no use. Her eyes went wide as she felt his lukewarm tongue trace the outlines of her exposed sex. "Mmmm....salty and wet...." he said, his tongue probing into her virgin hole. She cried out as its squirming tip pressed against her hymen, forcing her natural juices to run down its bloated length.

"Yes... wet and warm..." she heard from beside her. It was a female voice that was unfamiliar to her. A cold, smooth hand slid over her face as her father's mouth drank in her liquid sex. "The master will be delighted..." the woman said as her hand slid down to Mina's supple breasts. It was then she curled her hand, and she felt the jagged fingernails scrape against her tender pink nipples. She quirmed, but couldn't escape. The woman squeezed her breast suddenly, digging her disgusting nails into her soft flesh. Mina feared her skin would break as she tried to scramble away, but her father held her hips tightly, slathering her virginity with his dead man's mouth.

"Maybe you want my fingers somewhere else?" the woman said, sliding her fingers painfully down the teen's body. Mina started to sob when she felt the edges of her clitoral hood being drawn back by one finger, and her tender bulb being grinded against by the woman's painfully sharp nails. "All that crying will leave you thirsty, dear. Care for a drink from my bosom like you used to?" Mina's open, gasping mouth was filled with a large, erect nipple that topped a firm but frigid breast. She felt cold, salty milk gush down her throat as the woman held her face still. "There. Now we are all a family again." the woman said just as the light sputtered back on. Mina gagged as she saw the woman's face. She looked just like her.

"Mina?" she heard. She woke with a start, her chest pounding. Lisette stood at the opening of the cell, a look of sympathy on her face. Mina looked from side to side. The lights were on, and she was laying on the cot. Any trace of her father was gone. She had to admit that she may have slipped off to sleep reading the diary, and dared to hope that what had just happened was a terrible nightmare. She couldn't be sure of what was and wasn't real anymore.

"Its time." Lisette said, stepping to the side to allow her to exit. Mina looked desperately at the nurse, but it was no use. There was only one way out of this, and that was to get through it. She slid her smooth legs off the edge of the cot, closed the black robe around her, and walked forward, the nurse closing the cell doors behind her.