I had to save her. She was mine and nobody else's. I didn't want her to be raped everyday by strange men twice her age.
She didn't deserve that.
Andrea's POV
I was shoved into a cold, sparsely decorated room. There was roughly twenty beds lining each wall. The business had obviously gotten bigger since I'd been gone.
" Get changed. You have a customer. " I heard someone shout.
I made my way over to the only made bed.
It had my name tag on it.
Each girl had a little pile of clothes in a basket at the end of her bed.
It was mostly just lingerie. But not the sexy flattering kind.
I took off my nice dress that Daddy had bought for me. It still smelled like him. I folded it up nicely and tucked it under my pillow.
I shuffled to the door once I was changed into the demeaning underwear.
I was escorted to a dimly lit room with a man sitting in the opposite corner.
The door clicked shut and I suddenly felt very afraid.
" Come to Daddy, princess. "
And that's when the nightmare began.
Only Harry had let me call him Daddy. That was sincere. That was true love. This was just acting to get men off.
Harry's POV
I was pacing around my house. I was nearly having a heart attack every five minutes due to thoughts of Baby in another mans arms.
I shuddered at the thought of another man making her call him 'Daddy'.
I nearly threw up it was so disgusting.
I called my friends in the CIA to track every movement in and out of the LA border.
Flights leaving from LA to the UK would be terminating in my back yard if I wanted them to.
I had a team of sniffer dogs applied in London Heathrow and Gatwick airport.
I'd be on top of this like a cherry on a cake.
* * *
Andrea's POV
I was so tired. I flopped on to my bed and rolled onto my stomach. I was bruising on my hips and my scalp was throbbing from all of the times my hair had been pulled.
I began to cry as I imagined Daddy's arms around me. He would be cuddling me and stroking my hair down and making sure I wasn't sad. I missed him so much. My chest was aching. I suppose it was because instead of my heart just taking strain, it was breaking.
I pulled a corner of my satin dress out from under my pillow and I rubbed it on my cheek.
It soaked up my tears as I cried silently.
I just wanted him to come bursting through the door and rescue me from this horrible place.
The sun was setting and I was giving up hope.
* * *
Another month passed. Harry was still searching long into the night and Andrea was coping as well as she could. She'd never been so abused in her life. She'd been whipped, slapped, punched and every other method of beating under the sun.
Harry's love for his darling never failed to see him through. Andrea knew he would come. She just had a feeling. And it was this feeling that told her that Harry would come. He would come for her soon. Soon.
