Pretty Girl

Chapter Fifteen - April 24th 2005

Chapter Fifteen

Third Person Pov

Katrina - 11 Years Old

Cyrus's eyes roamed over Katrina's pale, thin figure as he took her in.

She had donned a pale blue dress as per his instructions.

He was consumed by lust as he could never seem to understand how one girl could be so stunning. She was the definition of beauty and her small body underneath his as he took his pleasure from her for was to die for. It was his right. She was nothing if not meant to serve him.

All of them were his until they had to leave.

He had loved breaking her and turning her into his puppet. It was what he had started living for.

Katrina would be making him lots of money in a few years but he didn't want to give her up.

The other young girl that he saw at the orphanage was good but there was truly no-one that he had found until now that could match up to Katrina.

She was perfect. Prettier than any girl he had seen, submissive, obedient and quiet.

He'd probably get rid of that blonde little nine year old in a few years. Nobody could be as right for him as Katrina.

"You know I wouldn't even want you if you weren't the way you are, right little girl? It's your fault you know? You're the reason I'm unable to get rid of you. Who wouldn't want this face and body? You're all mine."

Katrina kept her eyes on the ground as always. Never reacting or saying a single harsh word as she knew that only harsher punishment and pain could come from her ignorance and disrespect.

"What do you say to me Katrina? For being like that? You made a mistake didn't you?"

"Forgive me. It's my fault." Katrina's soft lips instantly uttered so quietly, you could've heard a pin drop due to how silent it was.

Anyone else would have though that she was dead or mute considering how she rarely ever spoke or gave any indication of being able to understand or hear.

She was his perfect little slave and his groin stirred as he looked at her.

His mind raced with thoughts on what he would do to the girl as he shamelessly leered at her.

"You're getting a little sister today. Her name is Mia and it's going to be your duty to teach her the rules if she misbehaves. I'll obviously take over but as her older sister you need to teach her how to behave with me. I don't care enough to do so with her."

Katrina simply nodded as his words went in through one ear and came out of the other.
Her eyes were on the bottom of the wall as she stared unflinchingly at the chipped paint on the sides with vacant eyes.

Somewhere in the midst of the entire time when Katrina had been lost in nothingness, Cyrus had left the house to go bring Mia home. This was a fun little job for him. Bring girls from orphanages that nobody would ever look into and keep them as his children until he finally got bored and got rid of them for a good price.

It was becoming a hassle now as Cyrus did not want to get rid of Katrina. She was the only girl out of all of the others who never fought back after the first time. She never cried, never spoke and as long as Cyrus could do whatever he pleased with her body he didn't give a shít as to what state she was in.

It was settled. He decided that he was going to keep her.

Mia Callaghan was going to become Mia Bretton and Cyrus exhaled with annoyance as he waited for the girl to come out.