Today, Daddy was taking me out into town for a nice meal.
When we arrived at the rustic natural looking restaurant, he chose a table right at the back in the corner.
" Go, take a seat. I'll be right back. " he whispered, kissing my cheek.
I sat down and watched the candle flicker and bob as the draught wafted smoothly past me.
I didn't notice Daddy slide in opposite me until he blew the candle out.
I jumped back and let out a little squeak.
" Easy, Baby. It's just me. " he smirked, putting his hand on mine.
" What would you like? Bolognese? Lasagne? Maybe I should start with dessert? " he raised an eyebrow at me.
He came to sit beside me in the booth and covered me with his large, dark shadow.
He sucked three fingers into his mouth past his rosy pink lips.
He scooted closer to me as he lifted my dress up.
" Just relax. " he said before he eased one finger inside me.
I let Daddy's fingers work inside me, stretching so he could fit two.
" It's okay. I've got you. Relax, sweetheart. " he cooed.
He slid in a second finger, curling his fingertips and twisting them.
He slid his third finger in and hit my g-spot perfectly.
" Ooh! Daddy! " I squeaked.
" Ssh ssh, Baby. There's a good girl. " he whispered, riding my orgasm out by thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, letting me come down from my high.
" That's my girl. " he whispered.
He got up to go check something.
" Help! Help me! Please someone help!! " I heard someone scream.
I got up on shaky legs to investigate.
I rounded a corner and pushed the door to the bathroom open.
It was dark and I couldn't see anything.
" Time for you to go home, Andrea. " I heard someone whisper.
I screamed when a big meaty hand covered my mouth.
I was taken out the back of the restaurant and stuffed in the back of a big black van.
I didn't want to go back home.
I didn't want to become a prostitute again.
I didn't want to be raped 20 times a day by strange men.
There was a window in the back of it. I crawled back to it and took one last look at Daddy's car.
I was surprised when I saw Daddy come bursting out of the restaurant and run after the van.
I banged on the window to get his attention.
He saw me through the window and sprinted faster.
The van was going around turns and bends in the road and Daddy wasn't fast enough.
I was thrown from side to side in the back and I hit my head, blacking out for a few hours.
Harry's POV
Holy shit! This couldn't be happening! I told her she was safe with me. Now, I'd have to go and bring her back from those dickheads.
Her parents would start abusing her again and I'd have no power over it.
She'd never trust me again.
But I had to try. I had to try and get her back.
