DeathCrush

[deathcrush]

NOTE: This story contains sensitive topics:
Domestic abuse
Sexual abuse
Violence/Gore (latter chapters)

If you're sensitive to any of these, I'd recommend to not read past this warning.


DeathCrush

Chapter 1

  Lilith North wasn't your average 18 year old girl. She didn't excel at anything in particular, nor was she rich or famous. In terms of looks, she was a really pretty girl, sure, but not a supermodel by any means. The only two things that distinguished her from most other girls her age were a large scar on the left side of her face, and the fact her life was a living hell, all thanks to her father Dave.

  Dave was like a bad parody of a 70s american dad: obese, balding. alcoholic, dumb, and his only "hobby" was to watch TV all day after work. Well, that, and also groping and beating the shit out of his daughter on a daily basis.

"Why are you always late?" Dave said to Lilith as she walked into the house after eight long hours at highschool. Not a single word came out of her daughter's mouth.

"What the fuck is that smell?  Have you been smoking, huh? You let some fucker pound your pussy for some cigs, didn't you!?"

Dave grabbed both of Lilith's arms with one hand, pinned her to the ground, and got on top of her. She tried to resist, but she was simply too weak. There wasn't a hint of muscle on her 5'5" (1.65m) body, and her noodle arms and legs would never be able of getting a heavy dude like Dave off her.

"P-please... I'll never smoke again, I-I promise... but please... don't...", Lilith begged her father for mercy with tears in her wide eyes, but he didn't care, as usual.

"Come on, you whore... a random junkie can get some, but daddy can't?"

  Dave unzipped his pants, and then did to his daughter the same thing he's done to her almost every single day since his wife's death.

Chapter 2

  Lilith didn't sleep that night. She just silently cried in her bed, muffling her screams of agony and anger with a pillow. She was raped once again by that motherfucker, and she was too weak to do anything about it. "If only mum was still here..."

   All she wanted was to fall asleep and wake up in a world where Dave had been the one to die in the crash. After all, he was the retard who thought it'd be a good idea to drive drunk and stoned. Yet, he survived "miraculously" with only minor bruises. God truly has a twisted sense of humor.

  The next day, Lilith went to the kitchen with barely any will to live left. Fortunately, Dave wasn't at home. Lilith let out a long sigh and checked the clock on her old phone: 9p.m. He probably was at work or whatever, so she had all the house for herself for the next five hours or so. Not like Dave, or anyone really, cared if she skipped class; since she was already failing most subjects anyways, and didn't get along with any of her classmates.


  But, after about an hour, she was already bored to death. Her phone was too old to watch YouTube or download games on it, the only channels on TV were streaming car races or football (the kinda stuff Dave watches), and she didn't have friends to hang out with. The thought of lighting a cigarette crossed her mind, but she recalled what Dave did to her the day before and almost burst into tears again.

  Just when she was about to get in bed again and waste the whole day sleeping, she suddenly remembered that Dave had bought a set of weights and a bench some time ago, which obviously were collecting dust in the garage, along with other random crap he purchased over the years. Lilith almost laughed at the thought of HER, an useless weakling that probably had the strength of a 7 years old kid, lifting weights and working out.

But... what else she'd do? Just lay down on bed forever, and let Dave abuse her every single fucking day like a piece of meat? What if, one day, he gets even more aggressive and straight up kills her?

"No."

Chapter 3

  She went to the garage and, yeah, the equipment was there, even dustier than she had expected.

  She got the dust off the 5lbs (2,25kg) dumbbells, the lightest ones she could find. These are usually used by really old people and kinesiology rehab patients, and probably came inside a pack along with the heavier ones, because even if Dave was a microcephalic being, he'd never buy those on their own. For Lilith, however, they felt heavy. Really heavy. She struggled to do a set of 10 curls with awkward form.

"Ugh... there's no way this is so fucking hard... gosh... my arms hurt haha..."

  After resting for a couple of minutes, she got on the bench. Obviously, even lifting the empty bar was an impossible feat for her, so she only did 9 reps with the little dumbbells. As she pushed her body to its limit, she forgot, even if for a small moment, about Dave and his abuse. When she got close to finishing the tenth rep, her arms just gave up and dropped the weights, but Lilith wasn't disappointed at all. Sure, she was extremely weak, even for a girl, but the dopamine release of working out made her feel happier than she's ever felt in years. For the first time, she didn't feel powerless. She felt alive.

  Covered in sweat, she still had to train her legs, and then she'd have finished her first workout session. She did 10 squats with the same small dumbbells. This wasn't as hard as the upper body exercises, as most of the strain was put on her quads, which weren't as comparatively weak.

"I did it... wow... puff"

  Proud of herself, Lilith went to the bathroom and took a shower. When she finished, she took a moment to stare at her own naked body in the mirror. She received so much fucking abuse by that bastard; and this was the first time since the accident she's felt like her body was hers. It was HER body, not anyone else's.

  Lilith's face, even if it had a scar on the left side, was really pretty. Her eyes were wide, her lips full, and her nose had a feminine shape. Her jet black hair really matched her pale skin. Her body had a slight hourglass figure, her breasts were twin A cups, but with a perky shape, her waist was pretty flat, and her legs and arms thin like sticks. She checked her glutes, whose size was pretty unremarkable, but their shape meant they had good potential for growth.

  She tried flexing many muscle groups: biceps, triceps, quads, abs... but literally NOTHING came up. Not even the slightest muscle definition. However, she didn't get discouraged from this. In fact, this was the best motivation to get stronger.

  She had an idea, to take her measurements and track her progress. Lilith grabbed a measurement tape and a scale from Dave's garage collection of random shit he's never used, and these were her numbers:

Height: 5'5" (1.65m)
Weight: 88lbs (40kg)
Chest: 29.5" (75cm) (A Cup)
Waist: 28" (71cm)
Glutes: 31" (78.74cm)
Biceps: 9" (22.8cm)
Forearms: 7" (20cm)
Quads: 18" (45.72cm)
Calves: 13" (33cm)

  After finishing, Lilith checked her phone. It was already five o'clock.

"Shit, he'll be here in any time"

  She got dressed, left everything as it was before and went to her bedroom. And waited, and waited... until it was 11:00 p.m with no sign of Dave. Zero messages, nothing. She cooked dinner for two, just in case her father came back home, but he didn't. Maybe he was somewhere in the city fighting a bum for weed, getting drunk in a shitty bar, or maybe God did justice and a truck ran over him.

  Lilith just didn't give a fuck. She was simply happy to be able to eat in peace without someone yelling or touching her. All she had in mind at this moment was to regain the ownership of her own body. And, for some reason, the thought of getting stronger made her blush and feel a little... "weird".

  After finishing dinner, she just lit a cig and went to sleep.

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[phil123]

.... and now the growing starts

[Shadow333]

when will next part come out?