Falling into slavery: Chapter 4

Sarina’s words echoed in my ears. For the next hour I sat in my car thinking about how she humiliated me in front of my own daughter. Sure, Elli didn’t know it was me.

I also couldn’t believe that I had just violated my own thirteen year old girl. I had cum directly in het without even thinking of condoms or birth control. What if Elli got pregnant? What would people say if it got out? How would Monica handle it? I’d go to jail and die there.

Everyone has heard the stories about what happens to child molesters in jail. It must be worse for guys that molest their own daughters. I stomach turned sour with regret and anxiety. Maybe if I just put it behind me.

I had to find a way to resist the temptations that Black bitch put before me. She was the devil in disguise. I resolved to not go back down that dark path.

I had to return to the things that made me happy before. And find a way to convince my wife and daughter that Sarina shouldn’t come around anymore. Most importantly without letting them know of the sins I committed or having Sarina tell them.

I still had to play along long enough to convince my family without pissing off the fat demon woman. I waited till almost ten before heading back to the house. I barely acknowledged Elli or the bitch and headed to bed.

Monica came home late from her girls’ night. I turned to cuddle her while we both feel asleep. It felt good to hold my wife. Too long had passed since I appreciated her being in my life. Starting in the morning I would change that and try to get our marriage out of the rut it was in.

the morning came and I insisted that Monica, Elli and I have a family day.