Thank you to meis who took the time to review my first chapter and point out the fact MS Word had decided the name was Kia not Kai, and also that part of the story came across wrong because I knew in my head what was happening and didn't explain it right. I've since edited it, and I hope that version is better. Go back to the first chapter if you want to see the slight edit to the paragraph where she has fallen over. See what reviewing can do :P I do listen! Lol.

I'd like to make note before I begin this chapter. It primarily involves things regarding sexual abuse, rather vividly. If you are triggered by things like that, please make sure you're safe before you read. I don’t want to set anyone off like I've been set off reading stories here. This chapter may be based around sex but please rest assured there is a bigger point to the story and this is the only thing even close to a 'lemon' you will get from me in this :).

Sorry it's so short, I had a lot more trouble writing this than I expected, I couldn't bear to go into more detail.

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Kai swallowed hard as she stared at her 'client', a middle aged man with a handlebar beard and a bald head. He had tattoos up his arms and was lying on his bed in no more than his underwear. But his outward appearance wasn’t what frightened her, at least, not in the way one might think.

...It couldn’t be... Not him...

She walked up to him nervously. "Um... Mr Michaels?" she said nervously, knowing it was the wrong way to go about it, knowing she was giving the wrong impression, but not caring at that point in time.

He doesn't have the scar, and his eyes are a little different... Oh God it's not him, it just looks like him. Ok calm down Kai, you need to get through this, it's no different to anyone else, its not him, be calm.

"Uh... is something up?" the man asked, confused, snapping Kai back to reality.

"Oh, no, no, I'm so sorry, I just thought you were... err... someone else. So uh..." Kai stumbles to get her composure back. She puts on her slow, seductive voice "what are you into?" she asks with a wink as she waltzes over to him, her oddness passing as suddenly as it began, at least outwardly.

"You're being a rather bad girl, hitting on my like this" He stood up, grabbing her arm. "I think I need to teach you a lesson" he chuckled as he threw her on the bed.

Oh God, please no... she thought as she tried to fight off what she knew was coming in her mind. She had never coped well with men into things of the BDSM persuasion, but she could usually get through it without them realising. But this man...

She squeaked as he roughly pulled her across his knee, spanking her harshly as her mind wandered...

"Please daddy... I wasn’t bad, why are you hurting me?"

She screamed as the hand met her tender skin, leaving a red imprint before the sting reached her again, her father silent

The man pulled her onto the bed, ripping at her clothing brutally

Cold. Cold as she lie naked, exposed. Trying to cover herself from her attacker.

Crawling on top of her he pulled off his underwear, pushing himself against her

He was between her legs, in that bad place. She knew it was going to hurt, it always hurt, the games he played with her. "Please daddy, not tonight, it hurts, please..."

"Rub me whore, you know you want it"

"Come on Kailey, its ok, just touch like this..."

She moans as he thrusts into her, no emotion in her voice, just the robotic reactions she's learnt to show no matter what.

She cries as he thrusts into her, telling her its ok, that she's his little girl, and she is safe with him, that its all ok. "Please stop..."

He slapped her around a bit as he came, feeling his dominance over her as she faked an orgasm.

She felt a strange feeling inside, one she had become used to feeling when these things happened. Then he kissed her. "I love you honey" and left the room. She cried into her pillow, the area between her legs stinging

He got up off her, walking into the bathroom as she recovered, a lone tear escaping from her eye.

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Kai stumbled home after 2 more encounters with her client, each worse and more triggering than the last. She unlocked the door to her apartment, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it, tears pouring from her eyes, thinking

The messed up life, the destroyed homes, the pain and the confusion, it's all in the blood of my family.