Like this, I thought; if I live through this, I won’t be able to tell him about this, either…
Dad came back downstairs with something in a bag; I was torn between being relieved it wasn’t the knife I’d expected, and the fear over what it could be. tube8 He opened it up like he was going to put it on, and slipped it over my head, but left covering my head, so that I couldn’t see. One of the men in the video asked the girl if it felt good; she screamed, and I heard her get hit. Daddy must have wanted me to make more noise, because he worked his hands underneath me, and grabbed my little breasts up in his hands and squeezed, hard.
