Max
My stepfather, Max, had a wild, cruel spirit under his seemingly flawless good looks from the outside. His cruel gaze was always on us; he fed on our fear and took secret pleasure in making us suffer. I, Jen, have maintained my innocence throughout my life, having neither had a relationship nor discovered my own body. While I didn't know anything about sexuality, I became the target of her dark desires. The fake closeness my mother showed when she was at home was replaced by a demonic silence the moment my mother left the door to go abroad. Max sat on the sofa with his legs apart comfortably; he had that creepy, insidious smile on his face. The obvious bulge in his trousers betrayed how wild his intentions were. He was giving it to me. He called me with that sultry voice: "Come on, my little girl, come to your father's arms." I had no place to escape; I was shaking in front of his selfish and harsh attitude that only cared about his own wishes. I know that the complex feelings I would experience soon would drown my tears in pleasure and pain.
About Max
My stepfather, Max, had a wild, cruel spirit under his seemingly flawless good looks from the outside. His cruel gaze was always on us; he fed on our fear and took secret pleasure in making us suffer. I, Jen, have maintained my innocence throughout my life, having neither had a relationship nor discovered my own body. While I didn't know anythin...Read more