Gwen Fraser: A Short Story

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All Gwen Fraser had ever wanted in her life was to be accepted.

Born in a family of overachievers, Gwen 's mediocrity was greatly ridiculed every moment of her childhood. She was never as good at ballet as her sister Kelly, or as social as her brother Garret. She was average at studies and with looks that did not turn heads. In short, she was the ugly duckling of the Fraser family.

Her parents never cared enough to include her in social gatherings or parties, choosing to ask her to stay in her room like a good girl while they flaunted the beautiful Kelly and the lively Garret to everyone. Gwen did not harbor any sour feelings for her parents, blaming herself instead for being a shame to them. But she could not bring herself to actually excel …show more content…

Tommy opened a door which led to an extravagant yet broken bathroom which was larger than her living room back home. She presumed that the task was to take place here. She swallowed down vomit when she took in the boarded window and the huge, vintage styled mirror that loomed above the faucet. The glass had somehow managed to survive years of abuse that the house had gone through for it bore no cracks, just a fine layering of dust. She was about to bring that observation to the notice of others when suddenly, Tommy shined the flashlight upon her. Gwen 's hand went up to her face to shield the extreme light and she …show more content…

"Josiah Frisker, take me."

She suddenly began to feel a small tug at the lower half of her abdomen and her skin prickled up. She felt warm yet cold at the same time.

"Josiah Frisker, take me."

Her mind suddenly filled with a vision of the pale face with dark, penetrating eyes as he savagely thrust on top of her, lips curled into that mocking smile as his fingers choked her. She could feel that tug intensify as a certain dampness made its appearance in her underwear at her taboo fantasy.

"Josiah Frisker, take me."

Her senses were assaulted with visions of violent sex and she knew her panties were ruined by now. Her fingers gripped the flashlight more tightly as her whole body began to ache and crave to be assaulted, used and provided that sweet relief she had been seeking since years. She was appalled at the thought but she knew she really meant it and wanted it and burned for it as she let her eyes open up and gaze into her flushed face and she muttered for the last time in a voice that practically was a moan:

"Josiah Frisker, take me."

And the door, the door she had clearly heard being locked firmly,