I want to scream and shove her off my lap, but my wrists are tied down.

“You feel so good, Kayn,” she whispers against my ear. “I know you love it when you’re inside of me. It’s okay to admit it.”

She’s wrong. I hate it. I hate it so much that if I were free, I’d kill her.

I’m only twelve and have been having sex ever since I can remember. They say it’s normal, that it’s okay for the adults to do this to kids, that the night of The Gathering is the only night God gives permission, but I know it’s a lie. God would never approve of something that hurts so much and feels so wrong.

“No,” I growl, keeping my eyes closed and off Mrs. Malone. “It makes me want to puke.”

A new hand, a bigger one, grabs my hair and yanks my head to the other side. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who it is. Dad told me tonight on the way here that he would be part of my Hell Night.

“Open,” he commands in an authoritative voice.

I clamp my lips closed tighter, refusing to obey him.

“Kayn, stop fighting and open your Goddamn mouth.”

Dad rarely talks to me in his mean tone. It only happens on Hell Night. I don’t know why he thinks I’ll give in. I never do, until I’m forced to. He knows this.

I shake my head against the grip in my hair. The fingers squeeze tighter and a few strands snap. I ignore the pain. The weight on my lap stops moving and a hand clamps around my throat, putting enough pressure against my windpipe that I can’t breathe. My eyes pop open to find Mrs. Malone looking at me with her thin brows pulled down in disappointment.

“Give your father what he wants,” she says softly. “It’s time to learn to enjoy what he wants to give you. It’s special.”

It’s disgusting. If I could breathe, I’d laugh in her face. I bare my teeth instead and her expression turns into a scowl.

Just as my vision starts to cloud, she releases my throat. Dad yanks my head back so hard that I feel a pop and a slight pain radiates down my spine. He bends down and gets in my face. In my peripheral vision, I see his flabby naked body. It’s so sickening I want to wash my eyes out with bleach.

“Why do you always fight? Month after month, you do this. When are you ever going to accept that The Gathering is sacred and should be enjoyed and relished? It’s love and affection in the purest form.”

“Never!” I yell, my voice echoing and mingling with the cries and screams of the others. “I’ll never want this, and you can’t make me.”

He shakes his head, as if I’ve let him down. “You make it harder on yourself. If you’ll just give in, you’ll see that you love it and will look forward to it just as much as we do.” His face changes into a scary mask. “You can resist all you want, but you will give in. And remember what happened the last time you used your teeth. You so much as think about using them this time, I’ll make sure it’s twice as bad.”

I remember very well. I woke up the next morning, barely able to move from the brutal way dad let the others use me. My whole body was sore for a week.

He tosses my head away from him and turns his eyes to Mrs. Malone. “Do it.”

In the next instant, she pinches my nose closed. I keep my mouth shut, refusing to give up and stare my hatred directly at her. It’s useless, both my heated look and my stubbornness. During Hell Night, the adults have no feelings for their children, except for the nasty ones they feel to get pleasure from us kids. They’ll do anything to have pleasure.

I hold my breath for as long as I can. If I could, I wouldn’t stop until I pass out, but just as I become light-headed, my body takes over, and I gulp in air. Dad takes advantage and puts the tip of his penis at my mouth.

I don’t know how much time goes by—I force my mind to go blank—but it seems like forever that dad uses my mouth, while Mrs. Malone resumes moving on my lap. Hell Night lasts all night, sometimes the sun is starting to rise when it’s over. It’s up to the adults to decide when they’ve had enough. The men take blue pills that make them last longer. Sometimes they give them to the boys that are old enough too. One was forced down my throat tonight.

Mrs. Malone has already climbed off my lap by the time Dad finishes. My jaw hurts and there’s a revolting taste in my mouth. I feel like I’m going to throw up any minute. Taking a deep breath, I force the feeling away. It’ll only make Dad mad. I used to fight him when he would put his nasty juices in my mouth. The few times I’ve spit it out, he’d hit me so hard on the face he’d knock me out. It didn’t stop them from doing stuff to me while I was out either. I’d wake up with weight on my back or my legs thrown over my shoulders and pain in my stomach. I don’t fight him anymore. I just wait until I go home and gag myself with my toothbrush until I puke.

I blink several times, pulling myself from my haze, and realize half the hall is now empty. Looking around, I can’t find Trouble or JW. In the center of the room are Emo and Mr. Masters. He has Emo’s face smashed against a table as he stands behind him, his hips moving in slow motion. I’m surprised Rella isn’t there. Mr

. Masters has an obsession with her. Actually, his obsession is more of Emo being with Rella while he takes Emo.

Mom comes over, the robe she’s wearing barely covering her chest. Her cheeks are red and her hair is wet with sweat. She drops to her knees beside my chair and begins untying one of my wrists.

“How was your night, dear?” she asks, looking up at Dad as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

“It would have been better if he,” he juts his chin toward me, “would have cooperated. How was yours? Did you enjoy your night?”

It makes me sick to hear them talk about tonight so casually, as if the pain the kids go through is nothing.

“I loved it. Melanie just left with her parents. She’s such a sweet girl.” She licks her lips, then smiles. “In more ways than one.” She moves to my other wrist. “Lavena promised me I could have both her and her brother next month.”

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