Damaged Beyond Repair

PROLOGUE

KIARA'S P.O.V

I watched in fright as the man in front of me removed his shirt. His protruding belly flapped out and his hairy chest scared and scarred me at the same time. He gave me a lewd grin as he began to pull of his pants and boxers. I screamed and covered my eyes from the view of his large p***s. It was so disgusting.

By the time I slowly opened my eyes, he was standing right in front of me. My heart skipped multiple beats at once. I could feel my heart wanting to jump out of my mouth.

The next word he whispered nearly made my heart stop beating. "Strip!" he commanded.

"Wha...what...what?" I stammered, my eyes wide in fright. Why did my aunt send me to this creepy man's place? What was I supposed to be doing here?

He looked angry at my hesitation and wasted no time in tearing off my blouse. I screamed at the act and tears pooled at my eyelids. My screams made him even angrier and he violently struck his hand across my face.

"Keep quiet!" He growled.

My screams reduced to whimpers and he roughly pulled my skirt down. I stared at him, tears trickling down my eyes.

He gave me a lewd grin as he stroke my maturing breasts with his rough, calloused palm. Then, he trailed his hand to my panties and tore them off. I let out small whimpers of shame and pain at the action.

He cupped his hand around my v****a. "Good girl," he whispered softly, while I sobbed quietly. He carried me and threw me on the bed roughly. This time, the tears came in torrents of streams. I could only cry and watched as he got ready to molest me.

He began to kiss my breasts. The kiss turned to painful bites that made me cry harder. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was just eleven years old for goodness sake!

He spread my legs apart, positioned himself between my legs and without warning, he forcefully thrust his p***s int me.

I cried out in pain as the tears rolled down my cheeks. "Please," I whispered painfully, begging him to stop. "It...it...hurts."

But he was too far gone in his pleasure to even listen to me. He continued to thrust deeper and deeper not even caring about the pain or the fact that I was crying.

I could feel my self losing consciousness. My consciousness was seeping away gradually and I could do nothing about it. The man just kept own thrusting his p***s into me and he let out animalistic groan in between his thrusts.

My eyes closed slowly as the tears still rolled down my eyes. I could feel my body detach from my mind.

"Ple...please," was the last thing I whispered before letting the darkness overtake me.