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"Don't you want my chocolate?" He asked her, stretching his hand. A snickers bar looking deliciously enticing inside.
His seven year old sister wanted it. She really did love chocolate. The smell, the taste. The wait stained her fingers brown as she ate. She loved to lick her fingers after she'd had one. But what her big brother was asking her to do was scary.
"You don't want to take off your clothes for me? " He asked again. His voice cracking slightly as irritation set in. His face was changing. Partly from being eleven and already experiencing puberty and partly from the way he squeezed it to show his anger.
"You know what? I'll leave it right here."
As he left,she stood and watched the bar of chocolate sit on the low stool. Her brother had been charged with taking care of her. Both their parents had gone on a Valentine's Day trip and would not be back until the next day. The maids had all gone home. No one else was around. Just she and eleven year old Paul.
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She moved towards the chocolate bar on the stool, trying to decide it she was going to take it. Her brother never gave her anything without wanting something in return. He had literally just asked her to take off her clothes. He wanted to touch her. To suck on her flat chest like he'd done the last time. Like he'd seen in the movie mom kept watching. Game of thrones, she didn't want to do it anymore. It wasn't turn. It hurt when he tried to put his pee pee in her. It hurt a lot, but she couldn't tell anyone. He would tell them all about her hidden stray kitten if she did. She loved that kitten.
The chocolate sat there. It looked more and more beautiful the longer she looked.
Would it taste as beautiful as it looked?
What in the world would Paul want for it?
She picked up the chocolate bar,
Unwrapped it and took a bite. Wow!!!
That had to be the most delicious thing she'd ever...
wham!!!
She felt something hit her on the head.
Hard. Her head seemed to implode with the impact. She could actually see stars twinkle.
When she came to, Paul had her pinned on the stool. He was dragging down her yellow skirt.
"You took my chocolate. You took my bloody chocolate. I'll show you. You'll never take my shift again. "
Her brother dragged her skirt all the way down. Next went her panty with the Bambi imprints. She tried to scream. That's when noticed there was something stuck in her mouth. She tried to spit it out. She couldn't. It was large and was wedged firmly in her throat. It was hard to even breath.
"please. Please. Please stop! " She tried to beg she couldn't say a single word. The tag in her mouth didn't let her. She cried. Tears seemed to rain down every hole in her face.
That's when she felt in searching pain unlike anything she'd ever felt. Paul was sticking his peeper into her asshole. She screamed. No sound came out. She tried to wiggle free. She couldn't. Paul was strong.
"what are you doing? "she wished she could ask. She couldn't.
He was now wedged in all the way. He groaned in pleasure as her insides finally opened up, albeit slightly but just enough to let him in. He began to jerk. Back and forth. His thighs hitting her butt each time. The pain was too much. She couldn't take it anymore.
She felt herself drifting away. Slowly, Her eyes closed. Silence. She could no longer feel the pain. She could no longer hear Paul groan. She was free. She was dying.
The darkness that surrounded her suddenly became light. She was happy. Happier than she'd ever been. There was no tag in her month. No peeper in her asshole.
"Is this heaven?" she wondered as she smiled.
It didn't last. It wasn't heaven. The darkness had suddenly overtaken the light. She was slowly waking up. When she opened her eyes, there was a knife in her hands. It was covered in blood. Both her hands were bloody. Her face and hair felt wet.
She looked around. Right next to her lay Paul. His insides were spewing. He was jerking slowly. Not the same kind of jerk as before. He stopped jerking. He lay still. Bloody mess.
He was dead. She had killed him.
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