"I heard that Randolph and those guys he works for are totally using that kid as a toy. You know those children's popsicles? They'd buy one back on purpose and lie to her that it was for her, coax her to bite into it, and then ......"In the basement, the man's voice suddenly rang in Brent's ears again. He said that Randolph would use a popsicle stick or any other food to simulate nasty movements in Elisa's mouth while Hermosa was away, and the others would laugh on the sidelines, calling her a whore for life like her mother. As for what Elisa's reaction was at the time, he didn't say.But Brent could imagine.How scared that child must have been, she had no idea what she had done wrong. She must have wanted to jump into her mother's arms and cry when she came back, but Randolph and the men had threatened her. That if she dared to tell her mother, they had a way of making sure she never saw Hermosa again.She became even more frightened and probably couldn't stop crying every day, but
As a child, Hermosa loved to spend time alone in the second-hand bookshop next to her school reading fairy tales. The girls in the stories went through all sorts of ups and downs, but in the end, they all waited for their fairy godmother or their prince to come to their rescue. From then on, whenever something bad happened in her life, Hermosa would silently pray that someone good would suddenly appear and save her from the hellish world she was living in.Everything would be fine, Hermosa always thought as a child. Until the years went by and reality whipped her over and over again. As she grew up, she realised that fairy tales were just a mirror image of real life. As beautiful as the stories are, reality is cruel.Hermosa has lost the last glimmer of light in her eyes. She couldn't even cry, she just stared at the corner of the stool in sluggish.Randolph didn't just want her to go to Brent's basement, he wanted her to kill him when she found those things.Hermosa couldn't believe
Hermosa thought she was being punished."Si...sir?"She panicked and hastily stopped her small movements, even though they had long been exposed in Brent's eyes, "Don't do that sir, I ......""Don't be nervous." Brent stroked Hermosa's sideburns soothingly, "I'm not punishing you, I'm just trying to give myself a little boost. hermosa, you have no idea how good you look when you're consoling yourself."Brent's voice held an unmistakable note of obsession.Did she ...... look good when she was masturbating?Hermosa wasn't quite sure about that.She still didn't understand why Sir was making herself masturbate.But she was willing to do as she was told. Before she could respond, Brent found something else in the drawer and handed it to Hermosa, as if remembering something. she felt what appeared to be a plastic toy with an end that resembled a microphone. Her face flushed instantly."Do you like this? Or have you used it before?" Brent said something teased as if he hadn't seen her shy f
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, ever."Brent looked into Hermosa's eyes as he said the words.Those dark eyes were filled with nothing but lust and a heavy dose of sincerity.That sincerity was Hermosa's aphrodisiac and hallucinogen, and she would have given anything for it.So Hermosa compromised.She stood up, her long, white legs still shaking from the orgasm that had not long passed.The height of the rope must have been calculated by Brent, and Hermosa had just spread her legs to straddle the rope when the first knot grinded against her swollen clit. Hermosa whimpered with pleasure as her legs went limp and the rope sank deeper into her flesh beside clit."Ahhhh!"Hermosa cried out in comfort, dripping lust dripping uncontrollably from that fleshy hole and falling onto the tiles in a crystal glistening juice."Hermosa, turn your head and look at yourself." Brent's eyes darkened and his voice was hoarse with command."Oooh ......"Hermosa was sweating, a luscious pink flush o
"It's a sudden shock that's triggered her hyperventilating symptoms, just rest and get some nutrition."An hour or so later, in the children's ward at the NewYork hospital, Ray stood over a sleeping Elisa and said to Hermosa: "But a three-year-old's body can't take so much hospitalisation and injections. If I may ask, why is she so frightened? You'd better be more careful after that so that she doesn't get scared again.""I understand." Hermosa nodded, embarrassment and guilt weighing her down so much she could barely look Ray in the eye, "Thank you."Ray didn't say anything more, and after a few more words of caution she left.Hermosa sat down on the edge of Elisa's bed and buried her face in her palm and took a few deep breaths, her heart almost overwhelmed with guilt.She remembered Elisa's first hyperventilating episode. She was just over a year old and had watched herself being pestered by Randolph drunken henchman pestering her into the house and almost being raped. Then when sh
"Dear Brent KeithMr. Keith, the results of the paternity test you commissioned from our agency have been sent to the address you provided. An electronic copy of the report was sent to your email address simultaneously, please check it."Brent had gone out to buy fruit for Elisa, but he had just manoeuvred his wheelchair to the door of the nearby supermarket when he received a call from the paternity centre's AI customer service.The emotionless electronic female voice cycled through Brent's ears several times before he hung up the phone as if in a dream, opened his mobile email in the night and clicked on the report.The anticipation and excitement came over him like a tidal wave, and he seemed to have trouble reading, only being able to make out the words on the report intermittently.Based on the DNA genetic marker typing results ...... supported ...... biological paternity.Elisa really is his daughter.Hermosa was also really the love of his life who should have returned to him l
His expression became very mixed, like he was both shocked and a bit tempted to laugh at the absurdity of it."Are you kidding me, that kid is at least two or three years old, could you have had it with her?..." It took Jeffrey a few seconds to respond, "Brent, I know you're kind, but even kindness has to have a bottom line, this kind of ridiculousness ......"Brent knew Jeffrey wouldn't believe him, so he didn't say anything more, he just pulled out the paternity report from his phone and laid it out in front of him.Jeffrey was taken aback by Brent's action, reading the words on it carefully and taking another moment to slow down before speaking, "You better explain this whole thing to me carefully, I find I'm having a little trouble understanding it.""One day, four years ago, I went out partying with my classmates and stayed out drunk. That night a little prostitute who had gone to the wrong room was drugged and found her way to my room ...... After that she left, I actually searc
"Sir, you ......"The tumultuous thoughts hit Hermosa's mind like a wave and she blurted out as if in a dream, "Have you ...... been out a lot before? I mean there in New York, meeting up with friends and stuff ......" She didn't dare look at him and lowered her head sheepishly, obviously afraid to speak because she remembered something shy. She bit her own lip tightly, but held her eyes to Brent every now and then.The small space enhanced the ambiguous atmosphere between them. The hospital was as quiet as if they could only hear each other's heartbeats. Looking at her like this, Brent realized that she was too young for him. That's why she looked so shy.Brent knew that she couldn't hide anything inside. All her emotions were showing on her face. She stammered incoherently and didn't know what she was saying, but Brent just understood.For a moment Brent hesitated, since Hermosa had already guessed something, he might as well talk to her about it. But on second thought, Brent re