CHAPTER 127
I turned the handle and burst in to find my father knelt behind a slave girl, thrusting into her like a mad man. I cast my eyes down for a second out of pure disgust. Not because he was fucking a slave but because the look on the poor girl's face was horrifying. Tears stained her red cheeks and I could see claw marks across her skin where my father was holding onto her hips so tightly.
I could smell the blood seeping from her and her whimpers and pleas carried to my ears making me cringe. She looked at me and held my gaze, her eyes red and puffy, and the tears still streaming down her face. ‘Help me’ was what she conveyed without saying anything.
“Father enough!” I yelled at him, not moving from my spot. “You are going to kill her!” I hissed at him through my teeth.