(Fictional story from a request. Trigger warning of rape/incest. Love positive and negative feedback!)
Kyle hears the shower turn on as he pours himself another stiff drink, his cock still wet from stealing his sisters innocence. Jamie sits on the cold floor of the large modern shower. Water, tears, blood and cum all dripping off her skin, already showing bruises from her assualt. She stares at the brightly colored tiled wall, it was only 5 feet away, but her gaze was at least a mile deep. She ached, the emotional pain was matched by the stinging between her legs, her hymen still dripping blood, her soul still torn. She had the unique sensation of having to identify what emotion she was actually feeling. Was it anger, sadness, confusion?
She landed on betrayal.
She felt betrayed by everything in her life that she thought she could count on. By her parents for sending here, by her brother for giving into his unholy urges, by her own body for cumming when she demanded it not and most upsetting of all, by her God that sat back and let her be taken. She felt alone, nothing was what it seemed and she was lost in the moment.