Angel is Rising

The thought of running away and never returning had been brewing in Angel's head for a long time and then, on one cold winter evening when she was sixteen, that thought manifested into a serendipitous reality.

It was an arctic November evening at around 9 pm. Angel and her beloved younger stepsister Carolina huddled together under the warmness of a blanket in their room as they watched TV.

"Move over peanut, I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom. I think I just started my period. I really hate this, you know," Angel told her 13 year stepsister.

"Take a bath while you're at it, you smell bad," Carolina replied.

Before Angel headed off to the bathroom, she teasingly attacked Carolina and tickled her until she gave up and then kissed her on the forehead.

"You're lucky I'm cramping and bleeding you little peanut," Angel said as she walked away.

"...and you're lucky I'm not the one that made you bleed, you chicken legs," retorted Carolina playfully.

As Angel walked out of the bathroom, the lustful demon grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into his sinful concubine. Angel was in no physical condition to gratify the beastly demon. She quickly felt an uncontrollable fear paralyzing every biological unit in her human existence.

"Like always you little whore, don't say a word or Carolina gets it, you filthy slut. Tell her you're gonna take a shower and turn the shower on," the doomful demon threatened.

"Carolina," Angel yelled, "I'm gonna take a shower...might take long so don't wait up for me."

Angel heard the rickety squeaks of the bed springs followed by, "I was only kidding around with you chicken legs. I farted, it wasn't you."

Carolina's voice kept coming closer which meant she was coming towards the bathroom.

"Tell her to go back to her room or tonight I get double my pleasure," the hateful demon commanded.

In a desperate panic, Angel yelled to Carolina, "Stay in the room, I need you to tell me what happens next, you know that's my favorite show."

Carolina sighed in disgust and shook her head as she yelled back to Angel, "You're addicted to television chicken brain. You're gonna owe me for this."

The nasty demon laughed as his hand snaked down towards Angel's bloodied crotch. The libidinous demon had conditioned her like an animal to comply with his every command; else she'd be beaten to a bloody pulp with a leather belt he draped on the bed as a reminder to obey. Angel wasn't able to consciously respond to any of his sexual demands. She kept quiet for fear the horrible demon would defile Carolina also. She'd come this far protecting Carolina.
She wasn't about to let the demon corrupt her younger and more delicate stepsister.

To be continued...