As I stood by the door to my home, about to open it, I looked at my bloodied fist. I grabbed a small towel and wiped it clean. Everything that happened at the brothel, had no place here.

I entered our sacred home, and saw my youngest daughter, Venelia, run towards me. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, taking in the scent of her soft hair. My wife came out of the kitchen, wearing her apron. She was an elderly woman with a wrinkled face. And unfortunately, she wasn’t attractive anymore. When I met her in my youth, she was beautiful, she had many admirers. But she only saw me, and I was able to get married to her and make these two beautiful girls.

‘Oh father? You’re home?’ My older daughter Natalia greeted me. She wasn’t cuddly like my youngest, but I blamed her age on that. And if I was to be honest, I didn’t need these cuddles. I just returned them when my daughter gave them to me because it seemed normal. But personally, I would never hug her, or anyone in this home. What is the point? Did they change anything? Did they earn us money? Food to eat? Water to drink? It was all pointless to me, and sometimes, bothersome. Which is why I tried to spend as little time as possible at home. I wondered what I would do if I had another chance to live my life, would I get married? Would I have children? Probably not. I just did it, because it was expected of me and because it was normal.

Oftentimes, I felt like a tool, only existing to function. I had a clear purpose here, the purpose of the provider, the protector. My role was clear. I didn’t really enjoy the role. It was too dull. Too normal, too boring. This is why I loved my job above everything. Our country, we Dominus Generi, they were the most important to me, even more important than this family and this home. But more than the job…. I looked at my fist and clenched it when no one was looking, everyone was going into the kitchen, ready to eat. There was something else I enjoyed.. it was probably dark and twisted to most, but to me, it was the highest form of excitement. To see a woman beaten and broken by my hand. A small smile formed on my lips as I remembered what I just did to that useless harlot. I enjoyed how the blood splattered from her, how she was completely defenseless and how she was crying and screaming. I had to stop at some point, otherwise she would be broken and broken she would be completely useless to me. I favoured her, and I wanted to abuse her again and again. I felt something between my legs twitch as I relived what I did sometime ago.

Damn. I would prefer going into my room to take care of it, but they wanted to have dinner with me now. I guess I have no choice but to sit with them and pretend. The pain between my legs would be annoying though. I sat at the table and I ate with them. They talked and laughed, but I didn't participate in the conversation. I only had that thing in mind. I didn’t even want to talk to them, everything they said was just boring to me. I didn’t care how my children scored in school or what my wife was planning to cook tomorrow. It was a boring life I didn’t even want to live. I would prefer to have someone to beat up everyday. My wife? I couldn’t do it to her.. I would risk everything about my existence if I did. And I know the hag wouldn’t spare a minute to go and call the officers if I laid a hand on her. If only she was more obedient, I would beat her up everyday. But on the other hand, there would be no fun in it nowadays. She was old and ugly, she even lost bladder control after giving birth to our youngest daughter. She often smelled of piss and I had no interest in touching her anymore. Even if she tried to seduce me, I was just disgusted by her. It was more fun to batter up a beautiful young flower like Sahrina. I damaged her face, it regenerated, and then I damaged it again. Over and over. Ah damn, how I would love to have her here in my home. As a wife, a mistress, a slave. I could afford to buy her, I had enough money, but my wife would forever be nagging about it. How stupid was that? If we had a slave like that, my wife could relax more. I crossed my arms as I thought about that. I was done eating already and I drank some red wine. I thought that I should probably buy Sahrina at some point. My family will just have to accept my decision in that case. It was annoying enough that I had to hold back on many things just because of them.

‘Dear are you working tomorrow?’ My wife asked, forcing me out of my thoughts.

‘Yes. Morning shift.’

‘Alright, I will prepare food for you then.’

‘Thank you. I will rest now. ‘

I stood up and went into my room. When I closed the door, I felt comfortable in the privacy of my room. Unfortunately, with as huge as my house was, the house I bought, my room was the only place I felt private in. Luckily, I no longer shared a room with my wife. I didn’t want to sleep next to her anymore and years ago I told her our sleeping pattern was way too different and I needed my sleep to be good at work, so it was easy to convince her to sleep in separate rooms.

I sighed and sat down onto my bed. I thought about what I did once more. I relived every moment of it. My strong fists gave her so many good punches. She was shivering below me. Oh yes. It made me harder than I already was. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I took out my hard member and began to pleasure myself. I didn’t think about sexual intercourse, all I could think about was beating up a defenseless Sahrina.

I want her. I want that bitch, that dirty pleasure toy. I want her here in our home. As our personal slave and play thing.

I came hard and long and I had no choice but to lay down and relax. I was panting heavily. It felt so good, so much better than any of the sexual intercourse I’ve ever had. Nothing could match this pleasure.

Not even that one time…

I closed my eyes and remembered something from my youth.

//Flashback//

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‘THE VILLAGE IS OURS!’ My comrade Roy Rigg yelled. We were still very young then. Back then, Independent villages still existed, and they dared to rebel against our great empire. We tried to convince them for many years to give in and obey us, but they didn’t listen. They just continued rebelling. They attacked us and our citizens, many people died at their hands. One day, our great Preseas couldn’t handle it anymore, many people we cared about were lost. He was angry and he wanted to put an end to the rebellion. Our unit was sent to the village and our order was clear.

KILL EVERYONE.

Woman. Children. Elderly, no one would be spared.

And so we did.

Hell, was it fun to kill the scum. I took revenge just as my comrades did. Our friends and family members were killed by them, they only got what they deserved. I was covered in blood back then, and I loved it. It was like a trophy, we were going to be celebrated as heroes for killing the enemy.

Everyone seemed to be dead, but we were still checking the homes to see if anyone survived. Even a single of those rats wouldn’t be spared. Because no matter how weak, small or alone these rats were, they would still try and overthrow our great empire.

I stepped into a burned down home and heard a faint whimpering. I couldn’t see anything until I moved broken chairs and bits of wood out of the way. Someone was lying on the floor. The voice was clearly female, but I couldn’t be sure until I stepped closer. There I saw her, a young girl with beautiful blonde hair. She couldn’t be older than 16, she still had a very young baby kind of face. Her clothes were ripped. I was able to see her butt cheeks and bits of her chest as she desperately tried to move up.

‘PISS OFF! YOU SCUM! WE WILL NEVER BOW TO YOU!’ She yelled at me, using the little strength she had left.

I chuckled to myself.

So broken and yet so rude.

Wasn’t that amusing?

‘You know, I could kill you with a single blow of my sword. Then your words mean nothing. Why don’t you accept your position?’

‘And what if I did? As if you would spare me. You already killed everyone. Sucks if people oppose you, huh?’

‘Do you oppose me right now, girl?’

‘ I will always oppose you, even in death.’

Funny. It seemed like a challenge. But what could she do? I only needed to move up my sword, she would be done in a single blow. But for some reason, I didn’t kill her as quickly as I killed everyone else in this village.

I looked her over once more. Miraculously she managed to stand. She held a knife pointed in my direction.

Funny.

‘Do you intend to fight me?’

‘Yes I do. I will stay alive as long as possible. I might even be able to escape, you know?’

‘Hmph. Do you think so?’

‘Tch!’ As I moved closer to her, she jumped closer to me as well, but there was still a small distance between us. She was shaking, and I could hear her heartbeat. She was trying to act so tough, but she was weak and scared.

Interesting.

‘I can suggest something. I’ll let you escape if you do me a favour.’

‘You people never keep your promises. I don’t trust you, no matter the offer!’

‘Oh in that case.’ I slammed the back of my sword against her wrist, making the knife she held fall from her grip.

She jumped backwards and glared at me. Her dress moved down more as she jumped and I was able to see her juicy pink nipple now.

‘I was going to say, sleep with me and I’ll let you go.’ I offered, looking her over. I had to lick my lips, she was just too juicy.

‘What did you say? I never would! You people disgust me!’ She yelled, but she didn’t seem to mean it.

‘I think you want to survive, girl. Come on. It is not going to be so bad. It is just going to be one time.’ I didn’t hold anything back, I just moved my hand over her exposed breast and kneaded it.

‘Tch!’ She glared at me, but she didn’t fight my touch. Her legs were shaking.

I wasn’t as excited about her exposed breast. That was hot too, but most of all, her fear and helplessness made me horny.

‘Come onn, you want it to, why else would you leave your breast exposed to me like that?’ I whispered into her ear and moved her around, pressing her against the wall. Her dress from behind was ripped apart enough. I was easily able to find her entrance and without warning I pressed myself into her.

Ah yes. So warm and soft. I thrusted into her without care. I took her in a much rougher way than I ever took my wife or any other woman I had. Oh yes, this was it. I was doing this and I knew I would get away with it. This was the greatest pleasure I felt at that time. But I didn’t stop there, I wanted to do much more.

‘Do you want to escape? Do you accept my offer?’

‘Ugh..! N-no way! I didn’t even allow you to do this! You just forced me!’ She continued to glare at me, but she didn’t do anything. Why didn’t she fight? It wouldn’t be possible for her I think. She was a weak girl.

‘And as you do nothing to fight back, you accepted me doing this to you, which means, our deal exists. I ask you again.

Do you want to escape?’

‘Shut up!’

I grabbed her by her hair then and slammed her head into the wall.

‘Do you want to escape?’

‘LEAVE ME ALONE!’

I slammed her head into the wall again.

‘Do you want to escape?’

‘STOP IT!’

Again.

‘Do you want to escape?’

‘Bastard!’

Again. Blood started splattering from her head.

‘Do you want to escape?’

She just whimpered then.

Again. I heard a crack, more blood splattered from her head.

‘Do you want to escape?

She made no sound.

I smashed her head into the wall one more time, some more blood splattered out. The girl was motionless.

Ah, so in the end, I guess she didn’t really want to escape?

As I finished inside of her, I let her slump onto the floor, her bloody mess of a face looking at me.

I pulled up my trousers, picked up my sword and left.

I would always remember this and pleasure myself over it for the years to come.

//Flashback end//

After having rested for a few minutes, I opened my eyes. I put my clothing back into place and stood up. I took my shirt off then, clenched my fists, breathed out and started punching away at the punching bag in my room.

Fuck that bitch.

Fuck my damn daughters.

Their existence is what keeps me from living life the way I want.

If only I could punch them like I punch this thing.