Misery and Murder


           She was a murderer in name before it all she was a tortured soul. She suffered horrors that you would only see on tv or hear about from others. Her pain started at a young age. This is the story of A girl named LeLe. Her name is derived from Her favorite Super Villain Harley Quinn.

          In DC comics Harley was a psychiatrist who fell in love with a psychopath who we all know as Joker. LeLe at young would delve into her comics to escape the pains of everyday life.

        At 9 am on a Saturday LeLe’s dad walked into her room and woke her for his daily session. Once her mother left her dad would come into her room and wake her up just to touch her. Her father touched her places no man should unless he was her husband. Her father tapped her on the shoulder, “Hey, wake your bitch ass up. You know what time is.” LeLe turned in her bed and glared at her father who then slapped her, “Who the fuck at are you looking at like that you bitch.” LeLe sat up and prepared her father undid his pants and pulled out his manhood. LeLe almost threw up.

        She hated that she had to go through this. This man was her mothers husband. Why did he look at her like that? No matter how much she thought about it she couldn’t understand why a grown man would want to violate a young girl. She was only 10.

     Her step father grabbed her head, “Open your mouth.” LeLe tried to turn her head but his grip on hair was too tight. He pulled her head closer to his manhood and grabbed her jaw, tightening his grasp to force her mouth open. Once it was open he slammed into her mouth. He began to moan and thrust into her mouth. “Yea, that’s a good girl. Just like that.” Tears began to fall from her eyes. She hated this. “What are you crying for? Daddy, feels good.” He grunted as he pulled her off the bed and onto her knees on the floor. He shoved himself deeper into her mouth causing her to gag. He groaned and sped up, slamming into he back of her throat. He leaned over her and placed his hands on the bed as he continued to fuck her mouth. LeLe just took it there was no way she could stop him. The tears were pouring but he kept thrusting. Violating her. He grabbed her head and began to slam into her mouth balls deep. She gagged but he kept going, “Yeah, I’m about to cum.” He sped up as his knees began to shake. He busted his load into her mouth and held her head to make sure she swallowed every bit of him. He pulled out and fixed his clothes before walking out of her room.

     LeLe sat there on the floor and cried her eyes out.

   Her mother knew what she was going through and didn’t help. Instead she would beat her. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. This abuse started 2 years ago. She had openly spoken to others about it to get help but the more help she sought the more pain she would feel. Eventually the pain grew into hate. . She swore to herself that she would get revenge for the pain she had been feeling at the hand of the two people who were supposed to unconditionally love her.

      After she gathered herself together she got up off the floor and walked into her bathroom. She locked the door. The tears began to well up again as she looked at herself in the mirror. She grabbed her toothbrush and walked over to the toilet. She stuck the end of the toothbrush down her throat to make herself puke up all the semen she had swallowed.

   Once she was done she flushed the toilet and threw away the toothbrush. She opened the cabinet next to her shower and grabbed one of the spares that she had. She brushed her teeth making sure to scrub her tongue. She rinsed out her mouth and look in the mirror once more. She sighed and asked her reflection, “What did I do to deserve this?” She leaned at the counter and stared at her self for a few more seconds before undressing and getting in the shower.

  Downstairs her stepdad Peter was on the phone with one of his friends talking about the mornings events. Only his explanation included his wife whom at the time wasn’t at home. “Yeah, she sucked my dick real good this morning. Got me over here feeling like a new man.” He laughed. His friend responded, “Damn, man I wish I had a woman like that. You seem to be getting some everyday now.”

    Peter wasn’t an unattractive man. He was overly handsome. He was of mixed race , 6’2 and 195 lbs. Born to a white mother and a black father. Peter was obsessed with himself and believed that every female wanted him. In one word he was vain.

    “I get it as much as I can.” At that time LeLe walked downstairs with her comic books. Peter turned around, “So you aren’t going to speak?” LeLe didn’t say anything, she walked outside and sat down on the back porch. She took her phone out of her pocket. She turned on Pandora and began to listen to My Chemical Romance. She sat cross legged on the swing chair that they had and began to read.

      LeLe’s parents were of the upper-middle class. They lived a nice life. She didn’t want for anything but that was only because they had to keep up appearances. All of the abuse at home couldn’t be seen by outsiders. Some would consider her to be spoiled.

. When she read her comics she was in her own world. She wished she was as bold as Harley Quinn. Harley feared nothing and no one. As she read more of the comic her mind began to wander to the pain she could inflict on her parents. Whether it be physical or mental. 

      Inside the house Peter was sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking. He looked at the back door. He could see her shadow from inside the house. He wasn’t satisfied anymore with just head. Peter wanted to be inside his step daughter. His dick got hard. He pulled it out and began to rub the head. He groaned and began to fantasize about LeLe. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. 


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