“Ah look!” Phil broke the lapse in conversation as his eyes fell on the bottle of wine, still half full. “Let’s just finish this off shall we hmm?” Lifting it up, he shared the remainder out into thirds, just about able to fill all of their glasses one more time over.
So,” he said and cleared his throat as he lifted his glass. “To us. To all three of us, a happy, firm, family unit, and to a long and prosperous life together. To the future.”
Sadie was grinning throughout the whole speech and gladly bumped the curve of her wineglass against his.
Kiara’s fingers crept forward across the table robotically towards the stem of her own glass and she lifted it weakly, letting everyone else clink hers. “To.. the future,” she said, barely above a whisper, and drank the wine bitterly, gulping deep and almost downing the whole glass in three swallows. She winced as she lowered the glass, as the alcohol hit her full on. She stared deep into the light liquid, trying to seek some kind of solace from it. She couldn’t bear to lift her eyes for the moment, and see that ring on her mum’s finger, the word ‘always’ sparkling out just above her eye line.
She’d just drunk to a future shared with her own rapist. A future that right now, seemed more pitch black than ever.
Authors’ note:
Thank you for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed this series of stories. After writing ten of these chapters, I’m not too sure where the adventure should go next. If you’ve found these hot, and you have an idea for a sexy scene you’d like to see our young victim in next, please let me know in the comments and I’ll see if I can write it. Thanks.