Warning: This chapter contains ual abuse/!!!!!!!!!! Rated M!!!!!!!!

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I was right. I was having a nightmare. I hate how I know when I am most likely to get nightmares, it's horrible, expecting the worst.

I was 9, almost 10 years old, in this nightmare. My father was going to punish me hard, I knew it. His voice was loud in my head, "Sehun, what can I do to make you a good boy," He screamed at me. "You don't deserve to be alive," He had told me.

He made me sit in his bed, for what, I didn't know why. Normally when he punished me, he would just pin me against the wall and hit me over and over again until I learned the lesson. My small body was shaking as the bedroom door opened, letting light pour into the dark room. I could hear my father's laugh.

"Appa, I-I'm-" I didn't get to finish.

My father's hand was wrapped around my throat, making me gasp for air. He kept sqeezing my throats tighter as he pushed me down into the bed, lying on top of me. His weight made me feel as if all my bones were being crushed. I managed to cry out in pain and fear.

"Don't you dare make a noise Sehun!" He shouted.

Suddenly his lips came crashing onto my shaking ones. I squirm underneath him, wanting to get away, but he was just too strong. His grip on my neck loosened a bit as I start pushing his away with my hands. He smiles into the kiss and gives a laugh. His body pressed harder into mine, making me cry out again. Before I knew it, his tounge was in my mouth, choking me. I struggled against him as hard as I could. His tounge swirled around in my mouth. I whimpered beneath him, feeling tears build up in my eyes. In the end I bite down hard on his tounge. He gave a painful moan and broke away from the torturous kiss.

Anger was written in his eyes. He slapped me hard, across my cheek. I was used to the feeling of him slapping me now, so it didn't bother me to much. My father gave me another one of his dark smiles. "Oh Sehun, you've been a very naughty boy."

"Appa, please forgive me," I begged.

"No, you did wrong, and you need putting right."

His knee leans hardly onto my chest. I scream at the explosion of pain, I swear I could hear the sound of my bones breaking. My father leaned over to the bedside cabinet and opened the draw. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to breath, which only caused there to be more pain. A few tears slip out of my eyes, but I hold back the others. I must not let him see my tears.

I decide to keep my eyes shut, as my dad shuts the draw. He grabs my hands, I try to pull them out his grip but I have no luck. I feel the cool metal of the bed head posts, and then rope wrap around my wrists, tightly. I wiggle my hands, but I feel my hope drop as I find that the rope has only got tighter.

"I think that this will be my favourite punishment by far."

I feel my father's lips against the skin of my neck. I shiver at his touch. Why is he doing this? What is he doing? My mind screams for answers but I find that I can hardly speak as the fear takes over me. My dad's hands trace a line down my chest, making me feel even more fearful as to what was coming next. He slips his hand under my T-shirt, and starts exploring the bare skin underneath.

"Appa, what are you doing?" I ask, barely able to keep my voice from shaking.

"Teaching you a lesson."

He slowly ripped my top off and pressed his lips against the now bare skin. I felt the coldness attack my body. His breath felt warm against my cold skin. His hands continued to explore my bare chest. It scared me, and I hated this, whatever this was.

"Appa, please stop...I'm sorry, please-". A moan escapes my lips as his fingers trace patters over my s. He started doing things to them, which felt a bit painful, and terribly wrong. I moan again, and feel a weird feeling spread thoughout my body.

"Appa-"

"Shut your mouth Sehun, I don't want to hear your voice, or moans." He slapped me again, but not in the face, and instead on my .

I bite my lip, to keep from screaming. My father bites down on the skin of my neck. More tears fall as he let's go. He carries on rubbing my s with his right hand, but his left hand finds its way down to my crotch. He starts rubbing his hand against it. I let out a breath, feeling warmth spread through my body.

I finally opened my eyes and look down at my father. I clutch the rope hard as a feeling I have never felt before spreads. I wa