COVERED IN DAISIES

24. UNRAVELING DAISY

She continued.

"Fear throbbed inside me, my body went cold with dread. Shame immediately clouded me, and I tried screaming but it was to no avail, as my mouth was also covered with a piece of cloth.

"I tried moving and doing anything possible to free myself, and that indeed proved to be a waste of effort, as the chains were bigger and much stronger than the ones they chained Jesus with." Daisy tried to force a smile, as she realized I didn't laugh at her dead joke.

I quickly noticed, and return the smile.

"I cried till my tears neglected me. No tear seem to flow anymore. All this while, they stood there watching me, as if that was the only thing whoever sent them asked them to do; They had their guns still pointing at me." she paused and took a sip on her Cocktail, as she looked a bit composed.

Which psychopath, still points a gun at a girl with both her hands and legs in chains.

Daisy continued.

"They brought me food and water but I kicked them all away with my foot and spat on them after they removed the covering from my mouth. One guy got angry and slapped me that my mouth started to bleed. The other guys prevented him from taking another shot which would have sent me into a coma. I felt a little unconscious for a while.

"I cussed and shouted all I wanted, but nothing seem to change; no one came to my rescue. I asked them in tears why they were doing this to me but no one answered me. I could see the place growing dark, even though they had the light on, and in the evening, I heard one of them coming to tell the others, that their boss was around, and wanted to see me alone; They all move out within seconds after receiving the message.

"I immediately remembered the man who just entered, as a very close friend and a business associate of my father; J.K was the name I mostly hear them call him."

"J.K?" I interrupted her.

My mouth fell open.

J.K was the owner of the book with the card in it. J.K was the one I went to look for in the house where I found her.

​"Why?..You know him too?" She asked with a raised brow.

"Not really."

"But I've heard of him; Actually, I was looking for him, to return something of his I found. That's why I came to his house." I gasped.

"Okay!"

​"I'm sorry I interrupted."

"It's fine, I was about to pause and take in a deep breath anyway; The mere mention of his name took all my breath away." Her eyes turn cold, hard and flinty.

"I tried to call his name but I couldn't, my mouth was still covered. I know he couldn't hear me, but I was expecting him to see I needed help. I was expecting him to save me from the torture, but he didn't, he just stood there, laughing like the devil. That was when I realized, he was the one behind all that.

"He moved a little closer, his eyes 100 percent fixated on my naked chest...breasts.. and said 'Your father thinks he's wise huh! , I'm going to teach you both a lesson' and once again, gave that evil laugh."

"Your father?" I chimed in.

​"Yes...My father!" She shouted, the coldness in her eyes was more intense now.

I leaned closer, my interest grew.

"If I understood him well, he was trying to tell me I was going through all that mess because of my father. He insulted and cursed my father for a while and extended his rage on me by slapping me and pulling my hair continuously until my head started to ache." Tears started to fill her eyes again, but she continued.

"He pulled my hair once again, and said. 'Your father thinks he can destroy the only family I have and go free. He thinks he can bring my family down while his family lived? No way!' His anger was getting more intense, with every word he said. One of his men, knowing what might happen if his anger was out of control, immediately entered the room, gave him water and tried to cool him down but he wouldn't listen, as he sacked the guy away from the garage.

"I was starting to think whatever my father had done to him might be something that had cost a life, because he started threatening to kill me. He threw the empty bottle away and moved closer to me once again and with a shrilled voice, he said. 'That murderer kidnapped my wife and my only child, and still hasn't released them after three weeks. Three fucking weeks!' He shouted.

"If I had the strength, I would have asked him why he thinks my father was doing that to his family, but I couldn't. I couldn't even cry anymore."

I still sat next to her, my puffy eyes now turned red. I had a lot of questions to ask, but I also didn't want to interrupt her.

She continued.

"He said - 'And whatever he's doing to to them, I'll make sure I do worse to you.' That was when I realized, things were about to get a lot messier for me. Even though I knew struggling was never going to set me free, I still did. With the modicum of strength left in me, I tried shaking my hands and legs, hoping it would somehow break the chains, and of course, all my efforts were otiose." She paused and took in a deep, long breath before continuing.

"I knew they was no way I was getting out of there alive, when he said, 'Even if that murderer sets my family free, I'm never letting you leave here alive.' He took a small bottle of alcohol from the side pockets of the coat he had on and gulped everything down within seconds, and after, he....he..." Her voice cracked, tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She couldn't help it, but to cry more. I stood from my chair, and occupied the small space left on her chair. I pulled her closer and she rested her head on my chest.

The cry was loud enough to be heard by the few waiter and bartenders around, who also looked concerned.

​"Is everything okay?" The waiter whose dress was a bit different from the rest asked, as he walked right to where we were seated.

"Can we help with anything?" He asked again after no one replied.

​"It's fine...She's fine...Thank you." I said and smiled awkwardly.

"Okay." He nodded his head and left.

What do I say? What do I do?

I asked myself in my head, expecting an answer but no one spoke, not even the tinny little voices who usually disturbed my thoughts.

"I'm really sorry about that, Daisy.." I said while parting her back.

"It's okay, you don't have to continue."

"No.." she yelled.
"I want to... I have to... I need to let it all out. It's been haunting me within; everything that they did to me in that filthy garage has been costing me sleep any time I think about it."

Her cry grew louder and more intense. I placed her head on my chest once again, letting her know she was safe now.

She cried for a while, and after, she still wanted to continue with her story. She wanted me to know exactly what J.K did to her.

"He kept slapping me and I couldn't do anything as my hands were all in chains. Terror stabbed my heart, and my body shook with fear, as he started to remove his belt with so much force that his the zip tore apart. The thought of what he was about to do to me made me wish in the moment I was dead already. I could feel nothing but blind terror.

"I started shouting for help, but I couldn't even hear myself shout and I wondered if anyone could hear me at all, as he had warned everyone to stay away from the garage. All I could do was to give up. There was not even a bit of hope left in me.

"He smirked at me and move even closer to me, almost naked. He was just inches away from me. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. He held my head in an unusual position while pulling my hair back, and causing me to feel twinges in my head. He...He..." her voice trailed, as immense tears rolled down her cheeks.

I saw where all this was leading to and asked her to stop but she wouldn't.

"Don't you dare ask me to stop...don't dare ask me to stop...don't..." She yelled at me once again and cried more on my chest.