The Badass Mafia Princess and Family

(A/N:Warning!! English isn't my first language, error will occur. Story contains: Sexual content, reverse harem, torture and sexual assault.)

~ Betty's pov~

I'm staring up at the black night sky, counting all the stars, trying to get tired enough to get some sleep, before I have to get ready for another day of hell.

But the pain in my abdomen and dislocated shoulder make sleeping impossible!

I had been five minute late for my curfew and Victor, also know as my dad, did not like that I didn't have his and Margarethe's diner ready, when they came home high as fuck.

Since it is my responsibility to make sure their stomach is filled especially when they are high.

They are my parents, but I no longer call them mom and dad, they lost that right many years ago.

They don't even want me to call them mom and dad, if I do, I get a good beating. I always have to respond with 'Sir' and 'Ma'am'.

For as long as I can remember I have always been beaten, starved and neglected.

I have and still wish for my parents to show me real love, because I know they are not treating me right.

I just want my mother to say that she love me and that my father to call me his little princess. But deep down I know that will never happen.

So right now I just sit here on top of the roof looking at the night sky and trying not to move a muscle since everything hurts.

But I know it's starting to get early morning, and if I want to make it to school on time I have to get ready now.

Also make sure breakfast is ready for Margarethe and Victor, and make sure the chores are done, or I will get another beating when I get home from school.

I slowly get up from the roof to walk inside through the window, into my room, that's also the attic.

I try to move as quietly as I can, so I don't make any noise, I want to stay away from Victor as much as possible.

I slowly make it inside and walk into the little bathroom I have up here.

It's a rundown bathroom, that has a broken mirror, a tiny shower, a toilet in the corner and a little sink under the broken mirror.

As I was staring at the broken mirror, the memories from when it broke, slowly made it's way to the front of my mind.

It was one night I came home late, because I had to work a bit overtime at the diner, where I work as a waitress.

Flashback (trigger warning - sexual content)

It was a full diner tonight, and I couldn't just leave Oscar and Karen, to handle a full diner alone.

They are always so kind towards me, and they always give me all the tips we are making.

They also give me some hand down clothes from their daughter, she don't fit anymore.

So helping them is the least I could do, even though I know I will pay for it when I get home.

Now on my walk home I'm already dreading what will be awaiting me when I open the door. I know he will be waiting. But I just have to get it over with.

I got home, and as predicted. Victor was waiting for me as soon as I got in the front door.

I felt his big hand around my throat, and he was squeezing it so hard, that I struggle to breath. While he dragged me upstairs, towards the attic, which is my room.

When we got up here, he first tossed me into the wall, and I was laying on the floor gasping for air.

And I was just waiting for the beating and verbal assault to start.

"How many have you been fucking today bitch?" Victor was screaming at me.

"You know you are only my slut, if I'm not the one that say you can go whoring around." He was saying in a more calmer voice this time.

But I know the more calm he talk, the angrier he is, and now I know I'm in for a hell of a night.

I also know, no matter what I say, he won't care one bit about it. He will just look at it as an excuse, and the beating will get worse.

"Get your sluty ass inside your shower right now, wash off the whory smell. Then come out here to me, and let us make things right." He ordered.

I slowly got up from the floor, and made my way to the bathroom. My right side hurt like a motherfucker after the hit to the wall.

I slowly got undressed and walk into the shower, started the cold water, since I'm not allowed to shower with warm water.

I started to wash my hair, and I could see the water turned a bit red. Which indicate I got hit in the head, as well when I hit the wall.

"Hurry the fuck up bitch, and don't bother to put anything on." I could hear Victor starting to get impatient, which is never good.

I hurried up washing my body, got out of the shower to dry myself off before meeting my doom.

I slowly open the door with the towel around my body, then walked into my bedroom, I could feel Victor's hungry gaze on my body.

Then suddenly my towel get ripped away from me.

"I said you shouldn't have anything on, didn't I?" Victor said while putting his greasy hands around my waist, with a smirk on his face.

Then he forcefully put his lips on mine and I just wanted to puke, but I know I can't do anything. Or I won't be able to walk for a week.

I didn't kiss him back though, I just let him do what he wanted, so I could get away from him faster.

I know I don't have any dignity left, and I'm tired of fighting the two people, that is meant to love me more than anything.

I felt he started to unbuckle his pants, and heard they drop to the floor. Then he took one of my hands, and guided it towards his tiny dick.

I felt his creepy voice in my ear whisper. "Baby, show Daddy how much you love him."

During these times, is the only time I'm allowed to call him Daddy, and I know that is only for his benefit.

I felt one of his hand on my shoulder to push me down on my knees, because I know he want me to suck his tiny dick.

When I'm on my knees, he takes one hand on my jaw and force my mouth open. Then he drive his dick in my mouth.

After sucking him for a bit I had enough, I decided to bite his dick, so I did.

He screamed so loud and punched my face. He lifted me up by my hair and threw me first at the bathroom door, then at the mirror.