Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 137

KEIRA’s POV

Sarah remained unusually quiet and did not even spare me a glance. That was when the fear kicked in. I moved closer to Sarah, my eyes trailing to the road.

“Why are you not saying anything? Where are we-“

Before I could finish, Sarah lunged her elbow into my nose, the sheer force flinging me back to the back seat. I g*****d as I felt my nose burn with pain. I felt a hot liquid drizzle from my nose and touched it. As my eyes trailed to my hand, my heart almost stopped.

It was b***d. What the actual f**k?

Sarah’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and her expression was dark. Her cold eyes seemed to penetrate my soul.

“Stay put and shut your damn mouth, you spoilt brat,” she hissed at me.

My b***d ran cold, and I was unable to move. Sarah clicked her tongue and kept driving. My mind was a pool of questions. What was going on? Where was she taking me?

All I knew what that I was in deep shit. Stealthily, I texted Clint, sharing my location and letting him know I was in trouble.

Just as I hit send, Sarah pulled up in front of a house that was all too familiar to me. My internal organs stopped functioning for a few seconds, and I felt a shiver run up my spine.

Why were we at our old house? And how had she known about this place?

Sarah got out of the car and swung the door open. She grabbed me by the arm and threw me out of the vehicle. I landed on the floor, my b***d-stained nose still ringing with pain.

“Get up,” she growled.

I pushed myself up from the floor and stood in front of the house, my hand over my bloodied nose. I looked up at the imposing structure. It was an old, Victorian-style mansion with tall, narrow windows and a large, ornate door. The paint was chipped and faded, and the front yard was overgrown with weeds.

The sight of the structure brought a wave of nausea that hit me as I kept my eyes on the large house.

I felt a sense of fear wash over me as memories of that night flooded back. This was the same place where my stepbrother had tormented me for years, making my life a living hell.

I did not want to be in this place; I did not want to relive the memories that came with it.

“Why have you brought me here, Sarah?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear.

Sarah looked at me with a cold gaze, her face emotionless. “I was only following Calvin’s orders,” she said.

My heart sank as soon as she mentioned his name. I should have known he had orchestrated everything from the beginning- the photos, the backlash, and now this. My knees buckled underneath me, and they gave out. I fell to the floor, my eyes wide.

What more did he want from me? Why did he want me here? I shook my head and found new strength, picking myself up from the ground. I was going to need more time to find out what it was.

I attempted to bolt away from Sarah, but she was faster; she grabbed my arm before I could react. A bungee rope had somehow managed to appear in her hand. What is she going to tie me up?

I was not going to give her that opportunity to capture me.

We struggled briefly, but she was much stronger than me. She overpowered me in no time, tying my hands behind my back and dragging me by my hair into the house.

I felt a sense of despair wash over me as I realized I was entirely at their mercy.

Sarah led me into the house, and I was struck by how familiar it all looked. Nostalgia hit me as my eyes roamed around the place. The furniture, the wallpaper, and even the smell around me reminded me of the terrible memories I had of Calvin.

The house’s interior was dimly lit, with old-fashioned lamps casting a soft glow on the dusty furniture. The air was stale and musty, and I could see cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling.

As we made our way through the living room, I stumbled and fell to the ground, throwing up. The sudden movement made me dizzy, and the smell of the place made me feel nauseous.

“Get the f**k up!” She yelled.

Sarah pulled me up by my arm and dragged me up the stairs. I felt like a rag doll in her hands, unable to resist or fight back.

I wanted her to stop, to plead with her to let me go, but my voice caught in my throat. I was too scared to speak up, too sick to go further.

I tried to resist, but Sarah’s grip on my hair was too firm. I was entirely at her mercy and had no idea what she would do to me.

Sarah led me up the stairs and into the room. I took in the bare surroundings, my eyes darting everywhere. The walls were painted white, and there were no decorations. The only furniture in the room was a wooden table and two chairs. I noticed Calvin seated on one of the chairs, his arms folded across his chest.

My heart raced as our eyes met. My stepbrother, whom I had hated and harbored so much disdain for. His presence alone made me feel like I was suffocating. I could feel his cold gaze on me, giving me goosebumps.

I could not help but notice how different he looked from when I last saw him. His once handsome features were now twisted with anger and malice. His eyes were now dangerously icy. I could see their anger burning, making me even more scared.

I tried to steady my breathing as Sarah pushed me forward. I stumbled and fell to the ground, my stomach lurching. I g*****d, throwing up all over the floor, my body shaking with sobs. I felt Sarah pull me up by my hair, and I winced in pain.

Calvin broke the silence, his voice ringing through the walls, “Look at what you’ve done, Sarah. You busted her nose up really well. She is disgusting.”

My eyes burned with tears, and I could not bring myself to look at him.

I felt humiliated, weak, and helpless as I stood there, tied up and covered in vomit. I wanted nothing more than to escape this nightmare and go home.

“Hey, little sis. You missed the deadline,” Calvin smiled at me.