The Eisenhain Incident – The Second Incident

The Second Incident

Sarah Eisenhain had sobbed herself to sleep, her terrified whimpers muffled into her pillow and her door locked and bolted shut. What if her father tried to come for her? What if he came to her room and raped her vaginally? Gone to the extent of full, complete coitus?

That night, every little creak, groan and tap made by their house made her flinch and try to hide. Every cough, every sleep-induced mumble, every-sigh of pleasure from Miss Little’s room as she no doubt played with herself as was custom. Every night Sarah heard the same sounds from her room, which was right next to her own; she sometimes wished she could actually see what Miss was doing, to see for her own eyes what method of touching, what tool caused her to forget her silence, or be unable to control it.
When sleep finally found her, her dreams were recollections of the night’s events, vivid and as real as she could remember to experience them – but deviating from history none-the-less. It was a sexual dream, of love-making with James on the back porch and being forced to use her mouth on her father’s member in the library; the thick taste of sperm was stuck in her mind, yet she couldn’t remember having it before. In fact, she was quite certain she hadn’t.
After hours, she woke. The air was cool, and she could see the moon light through her curtains. It was still before dawn, lest she slept through an entire day without anyone taking notice of her. That was impossible – so night It was still. She stared up at her ceiling for a moment, the clouds painted there upon light blue when she was but a little girl; they took shapes of smiling faces and a prince and his princess dancing for the sun.
She had such a dream not 12 hours ago, but now that was taken from her and she rolled to her side to hide from the paint she now hated.

But why were her bedsheets wet? Damp, cold, she shifted her leg to feel them, then found her hand trailing down to check. There was no distasteful smell of urine when she brought her finger back to her nose after checking, so she concluded it had to have been something else.