Forced By Daddy at The Cabin

 The blizzard wants me dead. My father wants me to breed.

Stranded in a blizzard with my dad, I knew we were dead. The car was a tomb, the world outside a white, howling void. Our only hope was a hunter’s cabin, a dark, forgotten place where the fire couldn’t seem to chase the chill from my bones. He told me we had to share body heat, that it was the only way to survive. I believed him. But when his hands started to roam with a purpose that had nothing to do with warmth, I realized his desperation had a different kind of hunger. He wasn’t just trying to keep me alive. Daddy wanted my  body, and in the frozen darkness of that cabin, there was no one to hear me scream.

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