My Brother Is Not Fredrick

I was no longer the weak little girl he abused and played for a fool.

His hand wanted to put my hair behind my ear, but I slapped it away before he made contact with my skin; this made him laugh.

"Still a bitch, I see," he sneered.

My fangs shot out of my mouth as I lunged at him, making a small cut on the side of his cheek.

I would not go down without a fight.

My arm was twisted behind me and I felt my jaw slam into the ground.

His entire weight was on me as I struggled, and I knew my face had been bruised everywhere by now.

"I will make you regret ever leaving, you cunt", he whispered in my ear.

I struggled against him as his hand roughly ran down my back and squeezed my ass.

My hips shot up and rocked against his, in an attempt to push him away.

I felt his cock harden.

"Take me to Fredrick!

Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed with every last bit of energy I had.

I continued to squirm away from him when his left arm pulled my hip up against his, giving his right-hand access to