The Forsaken Son

Incest
2007-04-26

I dragged my shaking hand across my well whipped and beaten chest feeling the new fresh marks that my two sisters had put on me with pride. They had whipped my back and chest until my brown skin had long painful bruises, and finally until I had passed out from pain. “How long had I been out” I wondered as I looked around the room, better question, was how long did those two demons of sisters let me sleep.

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