Daniel

I have no idea how long I have been asleep. I just remember slowly coming into consciousness. My stomach felt sick, and everything was spinning. My head was also pounding like a sledgehammer on concrete. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't cooperate. I felt like holy ass hell.

I tried to speak, but my mouth was so incredibly dry that I couldn't even swallow. I felt completely hung over, but I don't remember drinking anything at all. I started to get scared, I just couldn't remember where the hell I was, or exactly what had happened to me.

That's when I heard the voices talking to each other. I recognized them immediately, it was Daniel and that mean ass old bitch of a maid.

"I know you were concerned about Catherine and the baby, but damn it Daniel, did you have to hit her like that?" The maid asked in disbelief.

"I may have to marry her, but I don't have to like her," his salty voice replied.

"Well I guess you have a point, but that doesn't seem very fair to Missy here," she said in a low voice.

"Mind your own damn business, woman," he spat back at her viciously.

Suddenly all of the events of the last two days all came flooding back to me at once, and it really pissed me off.

I instantly shot straight up in the bed, even though it hurt like hell, and I gave them both the most unbelievable death stare that you could ever imagine. Right before I opened my mouth and let them have it.

"You sorry ass piece of monkey shit! Is this what I am in for? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?" I shouted, catching them both completely off guard. "Let me let you in on a little secret, Buster… I don't want to marry you either!" I jumped up and screamed in his face.

"I just love my father, I'm not doing this because I'm desperate, I'm doing it for him. So if you think for one second that I am going to just disappear into the background and take whatever you want to dish out….you might want to think again, Sir," I said to him with all of the passion and determination that I could muster at the moment.

"Did you hear me?!" I shouted at him as I kept his eyes locked in my stare, and I silently dared him to move.

He was so shocked by my outburst that he couldn't even speak. He kind of just stood there, staring at me with his mouth wide open and a 'what the fuck' look on his face. That shit was infuriating to me and I got lost in the moment.

"Hey!" I screamed at him again. He still didn't respond, so before I knew it, I had drawn my open hand all the way back…and I let it fly. I landed a hard slap right across his face.

He startled back to reality, but it was too late. I was so angry that I just kept swinging. SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! I don't know what has come over me, but I just couldn't stop hitting him. It just felt so good.

Daniel finally got enough of it, and he grabbed me roughly by both of my wrists. He lowered his head and he squinted his eyes to focus solely on me.

"Get out!" He snarled to the maid through clenched teeth. The maid just stood there like she didn't know what to do. She had an alarmed look on her twisted old face and she almost looked like she was about to say something, but just couldn't quite get it out.

"Get the fuck out Patricia, now!" He yelled at her again. This time she just dropped her head and left. Leaving me alone with this violently aggressive man, who was clearly spoiled and not very used to not getting his own way.

After the door shut, he started to move me back towards the bed. I was so damn scared that all I could think to do was fight him. I pushed back against him and started to frantically try to kick and bite him, but it was no use. He just laughed in my face maniacally and kept on moving me towards the bed.

He moved me closer and closer, until I finally backed up against it, and had no choice but to fall backwards, pulling him down right on top of me. I was stunned, but he just kept on laughing at me.

"You want to marry me?" He asked with a big grin on his face and an evil look in his eye.

"You want to know what it's like to have all of this?" He asked again.

"I don't want any of this, and I don't want shit to do with you!" I cried back to him.

"Now get the fuck off of me!" I shouted as I began to struggle again. I hoped that it would make him stop and go away, but on the contrary, I think it was actually turning him on.

He wasn't saying anything, he was just staring at me in some kind of odd way. Just when I figured out that it made me uncomfortable, he reached down and started kissing me! I was so angry and surprised over it all, that all I could think to do was bite him. So I did.

I bit his lip so hard that we both instantly tasted the unmistakeable warm metallic taste of his blood, but he still didn't stop. Oh no, he just giggled like a crazy person and he kissed me harder, forcing us both to continue to taste the blood that was coming from his lip. Not only was he forcing me to taste it, he was spreading it all over both of our faces.

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" I managed to cry to him between his ferocious kisses. But it didn't do any good, he just laughed again and he ripped my gown from my chest. His eyes got wide at what he saw and he held me down even harder, as he started to roughly fondle my bare breasts.

"Stop it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, just before he moved in to kiss me some more. I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe, and the taste of his blood was making me feel sick. He didn't stop though, he kept kissing me hard.

His tongue darted in and out of my mouth and then I felt him rip the rest of the flimsy gown from my body and he slid himself all the way on top of me. I felt his bulge pushing hard against my crotch and it made me panic, so I started flailing again. That was a mistake, though, because it only seemed to turn him on more.

Daniel threw his head back and he laughed a loud evil laugh. His eyes were wild, and his face was now covered in his own blood. His lip was grotesquely busted, too. He looked horrifying, and almost unreal.

"If I have no choice but to marry you, then you have no choice but to be my wife…" he said cooly, as I felt him reach down between us and rip my panties off of me. That was it, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I started to scream.

"Help! Help! Please stop! Please somebody help me!" I screamed and shouted at the top of my lungs.

That didn't help at all, it just made him reach up and grab me by the throat. He started to squeeze so hard that he was cutting off all of my air. He held me until I stopped struggling and tears ran down my face.

Just then we heard a huge commotion outside of the door. Catherine could be heard screaming and crashing through the house as everyone was trying to stop her.

"Where the fuck is he?!" She screamed.

"None of your business! Get out you cheap whore!" Daniel's father shouted back at her as she suddenly slung the door open and saw Daniel on top of me on the bed.

I was completely naked, my torn clothes laying on the floor. He was half way naked as well, and we were both completely covered in his blood.

"Daniel!" She shouted, "

how could you do this to me? Get off of that whore right now!" She cried out as she crossed the room in about three good steps. She instantly started to slap and punch me and him both.

At this point I had just had enough, I mustered all the strength I could, and I pushed him with all I had. He was caught off guard and it sent them both flying off of the bed. They crashed to the floor and Daniel landed hard on top of Catherine.

She instantly cried out in pain and curled up into a ball, clutching her stomach.

"What in the hell is going on here?" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned my head and sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to my naked, bruised and blood covered body.

"Daddy?" I cried, "is that really you?"