The door creaked open, and a sliver of light from the hallway spilled into the darkness of her bedroom. She lay in her bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she sensed an unwelcome presence. She sat up, her eyes narrowing as she saw the figure standing in the doorway.
It was her stepfather, a man she had never trusted, a man she had always known was capable of evil. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. She tensed, her body ready for action.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice sharp and clear in the darkness.
He didn't answer, instead taking a step towards her bed. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving his face. She could see the lust in his eyes, the desire that she had always known was there.
He reached out a hand, and she reacted without thinking. She kicked out, her foot connecting with his groin. He doubled over, his face contorting in pain. She stood up, her body humming with adrenaline.
"You shouldn't have done that," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
He looked up at her, his eyes pleading. She smiled, a cruel smirk that didn't reach her eyes. She reached down, grabbing the waistband of his underwear. With a quick tug, she pulled them down, leaving him exposed.
She reached into her bedside table, pulling out a long, thin tube. She inserted it into his urethra, her laughter filling the room.
"This is for you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She poured a small container of wriggling worms into the tube, watching as they disappeared into his body. He screamed, his face turning red with pain. She laughed, her amusement growing as he struggled.
"You should have kept your hands to yourself," she said, her tone stern.
He begged for mercy, his voice hoarse and desperate. She stood up, her body relaxed now that he was helpless.
"I'm not going to help you," she said, her voice cold.
She turned, walking towards the door. She opened it, her laughter echoing through the hallway as she closed it behind her. He was left alone, writhing in pain and humiliation, a reminder of the mistake he had made.
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