Arina kicked off her heels as she entered her small apartment, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she finally made it back after a long day. She had been looking forward to this all day - a cozy evening in, sipping wine and chatting with her boyfriend on video call.
She set up her laptop on the coffee table, pouring herself a glass of red as she waited for him to answer. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic outside.
But that peace was quickly shattered as the door to her apartment creaked open, revealing a figure stumbling into the room. Arina's heart sank as she recognized the man - her father, a man with a history of alcoholism and abuse.
He reeked of vodka, his eyes bloodshot and glassy as he mumbled insults under his breath. Arina tried to ignore him, focusing on the screen of her laptop as she waited for her boyfriend to appear. But her father's mutterings grew louder and more aggressive, until she could no longer ignore him.
"What are you doing here?" Arina snapped, her patience worn thin. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
Her father sneered at her, his face twisting in anger. "Busy? With who, hm? Your little boyfriend?"
Arina rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to engage with him. "That's none of your business."
But her father wasn't deterred. He stumbled closer to her, his words slurred and angry. "You think you're better than me, don't you? You think you can just ignore me and do whatever you want?"
Arina stood up, her own anger rising to the surface. "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just trying to have a peaceful evening. Is that too much to ask?"
Her father lunged at her, grabbing her by the arm and throwing her onto the couch. Arina struggled, trying to push him off, but he was too strong. She was trapped.
Her father began to undo his pants, leering at her with a sickening grin. Arina's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation. She saw the glass of wine on the table and a desperate idea formed.
She grabbed the glass, throwing the wine in his face. Her father recoiled, momentarily stunned. Arina took this opportunity to push him off and run to the door.
But he was too fast, grabbing her before she could escape. He threw her onto the floor, pinning her down as he violently assaulted her.
Arina's screams filled the apartment, echoing off the walls as she fought with all her might. But it was no use - her father was too strong, and she was trapped beneath him.
As the assault continued, Arina's thoughts turned to her boyfriend on the other side of the screen. She wished she could reach out to him, tell him what was happening. But she knew it was too late.
She was alone, trapped with a man who was supposed to protect her. And as the assault continued, Arina knew that she would never be the same again.
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