Damaged Beyond Repair

Chapter Four

SIX YEARS AGO

KIARA'S P.O.V

I followed my aunt into her house dragging behind me a bag that housed my personal belongings. Aunt Laura led me in. Her house was warm, nice and comfy. I liked the colours but still, it was nothing like my house. I wasn't yet done grieving my parents. Infact, as at this time, my eyes were red, puffy and itchy from too many tears. But what could I do? My tears couldn't bring my family back to life.

"Kiki," my aunt called and I slowly raised my head to stare at her. "You will be living with me now," she said softly.

I nodded slowly. "Yes aunt."

She gave a brief smile. "Good girl. Come with me," she instructed and I followed her. She led me into a blank room. "Here is your room," she said. "Put your bag in that corner," she instructed and I obeyed.

"Good. Let's go and find something to eat."

We both walked into the kitchen where she prepared some food for us. After eating, she invited me to seat in the living room. "Kiara, I want to talk to you."

"Okay aunt," I said.

"Your parents are dead," she told me. "That means that life is no longer rosy for you. You are my sister's daughter and it's my duty to cater for you even if I don't want to."

I stared at her, not understanding why she was telling me all these.

"But you see, I'm not financially bouyoant and I can not take care of you."

Fear griped my heart. "Aunt, do you want to send me away? Please, don't send me away, please," I pleaded, tears trickling down my eyes.

She gave me a blank stare as tears coupled with mucus ran around my face. "Kiara, listen to my and stop crying," she sternly instructed.

I began to dry my tears while still hiccuping.

When I was finally able to control my tears, she said, "I'm not sending you way but I'm sending you to work."

Work? What work could an eleven year old girl like me do? I stared at her, confused. "But...but..I'm just eleven. What work can I do?"

She gave me an eerie smile that made me shiver a little. "You will find out," she stated. "But for now, rest a little and get adjusted to the new environment."

I gave a slow nod.

"Starting from next week, you will attend school in the morning and you will work in the nights."

Nights? I nodded again.

"And Kiara?"

"Yes aunt?"

"As long as you obediently do all the things I ask of you, we won't have any problem," she said and I nodded again.

"Yes aunt."

"Good girl."

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A week later, I stood in my aunt's bedroom dressed in black mini-skirt and a pink crop top. I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was heavily caked with make-up. My skirt barely covered my thighs and sprouting buttocks. My top stopped right above my maturing breasts.

My aunt held my shoulder and turned me around to face her. "Kiki, you are going to start your work this night," she said to me. "Don't disappoint me."

I nodded. "I won't disappoint you, aunt."

She smiled satisfactorily. "That's my baby. As long as you do as I say, we won't have any problem." She stood. "Now, let me drop you off."

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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.