Forbidden Lesson in Mother’s Bed - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The door's faint creak pulled me from sleep's edge.
I'd always been a light sleeper—the smallest sound could jolt me awake. But tonight, my eyelids were leaden, refusing to budge no matter how hard I fought.
"Sophia, this is..."
"Just do it already."
Mother and Mr. Roland's hushed voices slithered into my ears, sending icy dread through my veins.
"Sophia, you'd really hand me your daughter's virginity?"
"Quit stalling. She'll lose it to someone sooner or later. Ten grand—not a cent less."
The mattress sank beside me. A rough, warm hand slid up my thigh, sending electric shocks skittering under my skin.
Then—hesitation.
"She won't wake up?"
"I slipped her an Ambien. She's out cold."
"Good. Now get out."
Mother's footsteps retreated, swallowed by the dark. Mr. Roland's hands roamed higher, greedy.
"Vivian?"
His whiskey-soaked whisper scorched my ear. My heart pounded so hard I swore it would crack my ribs. Fear paralyzed me—not just the drug, but the horror clawing up my throat.
Why him? Even Mother's usual creeps knew my room was off-limits.
And that money...
Had she actually sold me?
Shame burned my cheeks. Only the darkness hid my silent, trembling lips.
"You've gotten so beautiful..."
His arms coiled around me, fingers digging into my flesh until my breath turned ragged. I stayed limp, a doll in his grip.
Hot breath seared my neck. Goosebumps exploded across my skin despite the AC's icy hum.
The comforter lifted. Cold air licked my bare legs as my underwear vanished. Then—searing pressure, blunt and relentless, pushing where no one should ever...
I'd always been a light sleeper—the smallest sound could jolt me awake. But tonight, my eyelids were leaden, refusing to budge no matter how hard I fought.
"Sophia, this is..."
"Just do it already."
Mother and Mr. Roland's hushed voices slithered into my ears, sending icy dread through my veins.
"Sophia, you'd really hand me your daughter's virginity?"
"Quit stalling. She'll lose it to someone sooner or later. Ten grand—not a cent less."
The mattress sank beside me. A rough, warm hand slid up my thigh, sending electric shocks skittering under my skin.
Then—hesitation.
"She won't wake up?"
"I slipped her an Ambien. She's out cold."
"Good. Now get out."
Mother's footsteps retreated, swallowed by the dark. Mr. Roland's hands roamed higher, greedy.
"Vivian?"
His whiskey-soaked whisper scorched my ear. My heart pounded so hard I swore it would crack my ribs. Fear paralyzed me—not just the drug, but the horror clawing up my throat.
Why him? Even Mother's usual creeps knew my room was off-limits.
And that money...
Had she actually sold me?
Shame burned my cheeks. Only the darkness hid my silent, trembling lips.
"You've gotten so beautiful..."
His arms coiled around me, fingers digging into my flesh until my breath turned ragged. I stayed limp, a doll in his grip.
Hot breath seared my neck. Goosebumps exploded across my skin despite the AC's icy hum.
The comforter lifted. Cold air licked my bare legs as my underwear vanished. Then—searing pressure, blunt and relentless, pushing where no one should ever...
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