by Sandra Raine
"I didn't take her from you if that's what your assuming. Bree's been anxious for me to take her to Disneyland - "
"In Flagstaff?" my father abruptly intermitted tight lipped. I took a sudden, yet unnerving step back to grab hold of my emotions which began to crumble down on my deception as the actual truth stared both of us dead in the face. And I realized, much to my dismay, that there would be no escaping this one with my father.
"You don't expect for me to actually believe that, do you, Jane?" my father then pressed but in a more amusing manner.
"How did you know I was in Flagstaff?"
"You didn't think 928 was a California area code, did you?"
Fuck! "I just wanted Bree to have some fun."
"Since when do you dictate Bree's happiness, Jane?"
"Because I refuse that she becomes like me."
"Her fate is not your decision!"
"Not if I can help it!"
For a brief moment I had actually stunned my father 'cause I went from being the child to being a grown woman and without his consent. It was clearly obvious that he wasn't to pleased about that particularly in front of Bob Ray who involuntarily roused in his seat thus bringing forth some embarrassment to my father on behalf of my behavior; my father who wasn't about to let my behavior go without some form of punishment.
"You betrayed me, Jane, you betrayed my absolute trust in you - "
"Dad, please - "
"No, Jane. There won't be any forgiveness this time. This time I cast you out."
"Dad, please. . .please don't cast me out. I mean, I promised Bree that I would take her to Disneyland, that I would - "
"You just don't fucking get it, do you, Jane? You just don't fucking understand how fucking lucky you are especially when there's girls out there living beneath the bowels of privileges such as freedom, family, friends; girls living in cages without windows, without so much as a fucking pot to squat piss in. Their freedoms curtailed, their nights filled with endless sexual horror - "
"Please, dad. . .stop!"
"How did you manage the ladder, Jane?"
Oh, dear God! "I. . .I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Don't make me out to be some fucking ignorant senile, Jane!" my father then spat in absolute disgust. "Because you and I both know that there is no fucking way you can handle a 25' foot ladder on your own and without being detected. Dominic put the ladder up for you, didn't he?"
Please, God, make him stop! "I still don't know what you're talking about!?"
My father bolted up from his seat and backhanded me. And the hit was so hard my head spun a complete ninety degree. Then, in a bout of rage laced with frustration, he grabbed both of my shoulders and began shaking me violently like I was some rag doll. And instead of crying and yelping like I would have normally done due to the pain I instead seized the pain, taking control of it even after my father belted me a second time, this time landing me on the floor with blood trickling from my nose. Some of it even splattered across the newly renovated living room floor. And just as I was dabbing the blood from my nose with my t-shirt my father suddenly grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me across the living room floor. And my blood curling screams trailing from the living room and into the hall left me desperately fighting and kicking beneath my father's grasp 'cause my hair felt like it was literally being ripped from my scalp.
"Shut up, goddamn it! Shut up!" My father shouted and continued to shout as he dragged me further and further down the hall toward his office. Then, as if the torment couldn't have gotten any more excruciating, Bree suddenly came swerving around the corner of the family room screaming from the top of her lungs for our father to stop hurting me but he didn't listen. He just continued to drag me toward his office with Bree trailing behind my legs crying and pleading while I continued to fight and kick.
"Daddy! Daddy! Stop it! You're hurting Jane! She didn't do anything! Daddy, please! PLEASE!" was all that kept echoing up and down the hall. Bree without conscious, without giving her well being any thought took it upon herself to intercede our father's torment 'cause she was now at his side hitting and tugging and shoving on him. She was doing everything and anything to get him to stop hurting me even after he dragged me into his office and dropped me like a sack of potatoes near the foot of a leathered mahogany sofa adorning the lavish office. Then things really took a turn for the worst when my father shifted his rage to Bree who unconsciously remained at his side fighting him 'cause he wasted no time backhanding her to the floor. And just when I thought our father was done punishing the both of us, he then callously leaned over Bree's frail body and continued to beat her some more.
"BREE!" I wailed chillingly as I quickly jumped to my feet and lunged at my father without giving my consequences a second thought. I literally jumped on his back. And with both my fists clenched so tight I started slugging the back of his head, his back, his shoulders, yelling and screaming for him to let up on Bree who was screaming and cowering helplessly beneath his hands. My father suddenly bucked his back and I was thrown from him. But when I made a second attempt to jump back on him, Bob Ray, Justin and Josh all rushed into the office with Justin yanking me from my father and pinning me down on the sofa with one knee against my throat.
"Get the fuck up!" I then heard my father seethed, and he wasn't referring to me, he was referring to Bree who continued lying there on the floor whimpering uncontrollably. "Tanya!" he then yelled.
Within seconds Tanya was in the office mumbling something beneath her apology, an apology my father cared not to hear. Instead he slapped her hard across the face then scolded her with, "Weren't you supposed to be fucking taking care of her?" he yelled, pointing down at Bree. "Where the fuck did you go that was so goddamn important to leave her unattended, hmm?!" Tanya ignored my father, and beneath trembling hands she quickly ushered Bree to her feet, then rushing her out of the office.
"Get her up!" my father then snapped at Justin as he slammed the double office doors, fuming head-to-toe. The walls around the office then vibrated in tune with my fear particularly when I stood to my feet. My father then wasted no time and crossed to me in hastened steps. He grabbed my face hard and forced me to look at him while at the same time I couldn't help but to whimper from his torment which seemed endless. Satisfied with his obvious and uncanny ability to induce fear into me, my father then shifted my gaze from him and onto Dominic who, and much to my horrid shock, was strapped down on a chair in the corner of the office. Dominic's mouth had been ducked taped with both his wrists bounded in cable ties above the arm rests. And that look of fear blended with a hint of sorrow radiating from his eyes stabbed at my heart 'cause we both knew how I had betrayed his kind gesture by returning home; fucking things up not only for me, but for him.
Tears of anguish clouded my eyes but soon began to fall in heavy spools down my face which continued to burn from my father's beating.
"Please, dad," was all I could barely muster for Dominic's sake only 'cause I was too stunned, to shamed to utter anything else. I felt so goddamn helpless.
"Did Dominic put that ladder up for you?" my father again asked. He then squeezed my face for an answer as if he were squeezing a lemon, ultimately forcing me to yelp. "C'mon, sweetie," he then urged, brutally yanking my face one way then the other. "Tell daddy the truth and maybe I'll go lenient on both you and Dominic, hmm?"
"Please," I gasped pleadingly dancing around my father's question; a question that he and I both knew already held the truth. "Please. . .please," I repeated, "please don't hurt him."
"Bob, brother," my father then summoned calmly, motioning him toward the direction of Dominic; Dominic who began to stir violently in his seat as heaves of fear played touch and go against the duct tape. And for the life of me, I did not see Dominic's form of punishment in the shape of a hammer until it was to late: I couldn't help but to scream the second Dominic's face gushed a beet red and his facial nerves flared 'cause his bones were literally splintering and breaking in
rhythm to the hammer particularly the way Bob Ray continued to slam it consistently and steadily down over both Dominic's hands. The scene was so surreal like being trapped in a horror movie that soon my heart could not take the horror unfolding right before my eyes. It felt like my chest was on the absolute verge of exploding by the way it was heaving rapidly. I was starting to feel faint. And the sight of Dominic's blood gushing from his open wounds made me uncontrollably queasy that soon my knees had given out from beneath me, and before I knew it, my entire body had already slumped from my father's grasp down onto the floor.
"Put her out, and take her away!" were the last words I heard my father say right before I woke up in a cage.
part two
Chapter 4
August 21st, 2011 -
"Wake-up, Angel, wake-up."
At first I thought I was in Heaven 'cause the voice sounded beautifully soothing, beyond comforting - it was a voice I had never heard before. While obviously masculine to my ears, the tone is what grabbed me, intrigued me, 'cause it wasn't deep, or hard, or jagged like the tones I had gotten so used to hearing. No. This tone was slightly pitched, maybe an octane or two lower than that of a girls'. I also felt like I was floating, like I had wings 'cause it felt like nothing was beneath me, above me or around me restraining me to the brutal forces of men sexually assaulting me in one form or another. No. This particular feeling left me fearless, hopeful, free like a bird but I couldn't pry my eyes to open to have a look at Heaven nor could I get my body to respond to my brain telling it to sit up, to take that initial step into freedom. Instead I felt myself sighing out within my comatose state, listening in the darkness as that soothing and comforting voice became clearer and clearer, closer and closer. And what I truly and honestly believed were wings inhibiting my body were actually a set of hands strumming my silhouette, fondling me gently, sensually in those special dark places.
And just like that, I woke up.
At first I woke up to a blinding light shining down from above me. As I tried to focus, to grasp some perception about this strange and insignificant little light hanging from a single extension cord noose just above me, a man's face I had not recognized suddenly interrupted my mental picture with a smile that literally scared me to death. I quickly sat up with my skin shivering uncontrollably as if my body were out in the freezing cold. It wasn't until the man placed a gentle hand on my shoulder which forced me to look down at myself. And what I saw left me in utter shock: I was stark naked. I mean, there was literally nothing clinging to my body like a shirt or a piece of fabric that suddenly I began to panic. I shoved the man's hand from off my bare shoulder as my eyes scrambled around frantically for a blanket on the flimsy mattress I was sitting on. There wasn't even a sheet or a fitted sheet on the mattress it was just bare, and stained. I anxiously glanced up at the man, and he smiled again only this time it was cold and calculating and nowhere near the vicinity of comforting or consoling. And his eyes. . .his dark, dense blue eyes were impartial to his smile as they projected a sickening sense which threw me for a spin 'cause he looked more like a father with a pleasant, humble face, and he was dressed in clothes that suggested a more mannered profession and not necessarily a predator.
My body shivered again, and I quickly covered my breasts which felt full in my grasp, betraying my development well into womanhood. And the man's gaze upon them was neither tempting nor enticing - something else was on his mind.
"Please," my voice broke, "where. . .where am I?"
The man's humbled expression backed by years of obvious wit and wisdom lit up with comical pride. "Well at home, Angel."
"'Home'?" I repeated, confused.
"Yes, home." He repeated a little to happy as if he had been a lonely man living in a lonely cottage in the woods, and I his lost visitor who just happened to stumble on his place. My forehead scrunched as I sat there trying to comprehend my purpose here. I stirred in my seat, clutching my thighs hard against one another, trying hard to conceal my exposed pubis mound from the man's shameless gaze that tended to size me up each time he spoke. He quickly noticed the attempt of my visual deception and his humbled expression turned hard with him yanking both my arms away from my breasts.
"Please don't touch me." I pleaded beneath a trembling lip.
"I hate to break it to you, Angel. . .but you and me and Cain are going to be doing a lot of touching. So you better get used to it, understand?"
"'Cain'?"
"Yes, like the biblical Cain. And I'm Abel, like his biblical brother. He's right over yonder." Abel said with a stern nod over his shoulder. And just like that Cain appeared, slightly younger in years but with a shaved head and various tattoos trailing up and down both his arms. He was shirtless beneath a blemished set of orange coveralls. He was holding a set of ringed keys like jailers possessed. Cain didn't smile, he rather smirked, in a devious manner. He reminded me of an unreformed escaped convict.
"It's a shame," Abel said suddenly breaking my gaze from Cain particularly when I heard his tongue batting against the planes of his mouth. "If you ask me, to just get thrown away like this. I mean, compared to the other girls, you're a fucking gem."
Other girls?
I swerved my head around Abel's broad boned shoulder and my eyes lit up in horrific fear toward the row of, and what clearly were, cages outlining the dingy path leading to a set of heavy steel doors that if I had to put a pencil to paper were no more than an 8 x 10 habitant. Pulling my gaze from the cages, my eyes then settled on the rows of girls my age and younger gazing back at me, and they were all sitting silently on their, and what appeared to be, fold out bed cots. . .the one's with wheels, the one's you stored away in garages and closets. But what struck me as shockingly odd was that all the girls were draped in bed sheets with only their bare shoulders exposed and nothing else.
"Oh. . .my. . .God!" my voice indirectly trembled as my gut, as my insides churned in petrified knots upon thinking, upon visualizing that they, too, were all naked underneath those flimsy looking sheets, possibly prohibited from wearing any piece of clothing. The thought just blew my mind. Right then and there I knew my life was in trouble.
"Open up, doll," Abel then demanded whimsically, tapping my thigh.
"What?" I said 'cause I wasn't sure if I had heard him right.
"Your legs. Open up those beautiful legs of yours." Abel coached with both of his palms resting against the inner of my kneecaps. I gasped, and tightened my knees together. Abel sighed out for a second before he glanced up at Cain. "She's a feisty one, Cain. No wonder," he said settling his hard eyes against my fighting ones, "they got rid of you. You don't obey."
"Where's my father?" I demanded Abel while shooting Cain a cold, brazen stare.
Abel sighed out again. Only this time he sounded frustrated. "Cain," he then said standing to his feet. Cain nodded. And just like that, I felt an electrical surge shoot through my arm then throughout my body causing me to jerk back down onto the bed. Suddenly everything before me started to dim, and I could literally feel my body slowly surrendering to a state of paralysis. I couldn't raise my arms. I couldn't move my legs. Abel mumbled something to me but I couldn't grasp what he said as my ears had deafened. He stepped to my legs and parted them as if he were God parting the Red Sea for Moses. He then ran both hands further up my thighs toward my pubis mound, spreading my vaginal lips apart and sliding two fingers into my parched vagina where he then began to probe around. I cried out in shame and whimpered in pain as Abel continued to probe me deeper and deeper all the while smirking down at me as if my shame and pain was causing him some great sexual pleasure.
"You got a really tight pussy, Angel!" he at last complimented, slipping his fingers out of me with the utmost praise. He then looked to Cain and demanded mechanically, "Raise her hips."
Cain hurried to the other side of the bed. Leaning over my face, he then reached for both my ankles and raised my hips about two inches off the flimsy mattress. And again Abel began the task of probing me on
ly this time in my anus with the same two fingers he probed my vagina with. I immediately tensed up 'cause I wasn't used to being probed that way with fingers instead of a penis. I could literally feel my anal walls tightening around his perfectly long symmetrical fingers which were slipping further down into my tiny hole as if he were searching for something hidden. Again I cried out in shame. And again I whimpered in pain.
"Well I got to hand it to you, Angel, your ass is as tight as your pussy. Yup!" Abel's tone pitched while his slender hand slapped my ass. "She's definitely a gem, Cain! A keeper! We'll do good business."
"Good." Cain said dropping my ankles back down onto the bed.
"Buss. . .business?" I suddenly slurred as a wave of panic washed over me. "I want. . .I want to talk. . .to talk to my. . .my father. . .now."
"Now, now, Angel," Abel said sweetly sitting himself down beside me. His hand then skimmed behind my head, and with one swift motion he propped me back up. My arms fell languidly to my sides and I was having a hard time holding my head straight. Abel showed mercy on me, and with the same hand he then held the back of my neck straight and pointed it toward the direction of the other girls confined in their cages like animals.
"Yes, business, doll," he continued belatedly. "Like those other girls you see before you, they, too, are good business. I mean. . .sure, some are not as pretty as you are, Angel, or as tight either but business is business. Ah, let's see," Abel quickly paused while his eyes simultaneously glanced within each of the twin rolls of cages, and I assumed, in search of a scapegoat. "Ah, yes! That one right over there," he then said giving my head a slight turn toward my left toward the direction of a cage just caddy corner to the one I was being held in. There was a girl just sitting there staring through harsh angered eyes at me and Abel. She couldn't have been no more than twelve.
"That's Bo. . .little Bo. She's from China, and loose as all hell. There's not one single tight tissue in that little girl's fuck hole much less her ass hole. And she was given to me like that 'cause the damn men who had her before me thought by putting her in multiple rape sessions would turn her into a woman. If you ask me, all them gook-eyed fucks did was mess her up. Now I have to try and fix that by pawning her off to men who don't mind screwing loose pussy or getting their dicks wet with gunk. Business there isn't great, doll, particularly when she can't hold her shit in. So every now and then you'll get a whiff of her shit. And your neighbor there," Abel again paused to point my head in the direction of the cage adjacent to mine. There was another girl. Only her back was to us. She had long black hair and a few fresh welts embedded across her backside. I couldn't grasp her age however, she did appear older than the Chinese girl Bo which was somewhat comforting to me.
