Kingslayer

I couldn't take my eyes off them. He hit her again, harder than earlier. Tears sprang from her eyes as she sagged in her knees. 

I grew used to his tyranny. There was nothing that could frustrate me anymore, he made me watch worse things than this mere play.

Yet, my jaw clenched as he grabbed the hair on the top of her head and forced a kiss on her lips.

Isac gingerly stood up from our chess match and waved for me to also make a swift exit. Shaking my head, I urged him to walk quickly out the door. I had to get rid of any bystanders.

"I'm going to destroy you. I'll smash your sweet pussy to red puree..." my father growled, ripping the soft fabric of her dress from her neck all the way down to her belly. He pulled the remnants of the sleeves over her shoulders and purred in pleasure, when she desperately tried to cover her bare skin.

"Hiding breasts like these in front of me? Are you fucking stupid?" My father continued with his play, grabbing both of her wrists behind her back with his left hand and squeezing her breast with the other one until she cried out in pain.

I couldn't help but stare at them. She stood frozen in fear in front of him, flinching every time he grabbed her roughly or touched her exposed breasts. 

The situation grew tense as he clearly became impatient. Unable to hold back, he forcefully tore apart what was left of her dress, baring her hips and legs. Despite the dim lighting in the room, her pale skin glowed like a pearl in the mud.

"Don't fucking dodge me like that. I love whores like you," He growled, digging his fingers into her waist to hold her in place. He slapped her again, this time even harder and her startled yelp tore the rest of my self-restrain to shreds. 

I have had enough. 

My body rose up as if I had no willpower and made my way across the room towards them.

I pressed my body tightly against his from behind, my hand grabbing his face, muffling any potential calls for help. In a swift motion, I reached for the small dagger that had been clinging to his waist mere seconds ago. 

With a short swing, I plunged it deep into the side of his neck, cutting through the flesh. And again. And again. He grunted and pushed her away from him, to free his hands. He tried to stop the bleeding with his thick fingers and stumbled around the room, but I knew I couldn't afford to waste any more time.

One quick glance to make sure she was alright. She barely breathed, her body frozen with fear and face splashed with blood. Kneeling on the floor, her slender fingers tried to cover her shivering body in the blanket, also stained by his blood. I helped her and sat her back down on the lounge, before I turned around and grabbed a nearby chair.

With all my strength, I picked up the chair and hurled it through the thin glass onto the balcony. I jumped back to my father, who was couching, kneeling in a pool of blood in the middle of the room. With a single motion, I plunged the dagger into my thigh.