Get out of bed this instant!" Mary shrieked as she grabbed Mischa's hair pulling her out of the little wooden bed they had constructed for her when she was four. Now that she was sixteen her feet spilled over the edge and her head was almost propped up against the head board. Mischa jerked awake to the pain in her head. Her mother released her and she crawled into the corner to get away from her mother even though she knew that this wouldn't have been of any use. Infact moving away would only warrant more pain but Mischa couldn't help it even as she knew what was to come. "You are going to make us late! " her mother screamed "You are doing this to embarrass us. I am sure of it! How does it look for the pastor and his family to arrive at church late to his own sermon?! Hurry and get dressed I have not the time to punish you for over sleeping‚ I'll deal with that later" Mischa breathed a sigh of relief as her mother left the room. She immediately rummaged through her closet for a suitable dress for church. Mischa had a lot of dresses. Her parents were all about appearances. They never hit her where the marks could be visible. If you observed them from a distance you would have thought that they were a God fearing family. Her father was a pastor at the local church. He preached every Sunday with such a vigour that you'd have thought he'd adhere to every word from the good book. But after church every Sunday and any other time he simply felt like it he would rape Mischa in the same bed he shared with his dear wife. He only ever raped her using the anal sex method he thought that she would keep her virginity until she was married. He justified it as an ACt of God making sure she only provided him with blowjobs and by raping her from the ass. Mischa came running down the stairs in a white knee length dress. It had long sleeves and made her small waist seem even smaller. It was a high necked dress that was difficult to wear in a climate such as the Jamaican heat even harder as it was summer in the tropics. Her reddish brown hair was piled high on her head and she wore no makeup save for a thin coat of clear lipgloss and a thin line of brown eyeliner framing her brown eyes. She never had to make breakfast on Sunday as The family of the pastor was invited to come to lunch after the Sunday sermon. "Took you long enough" Mary muttered. They got into her father's white VW beetle and sped off down the dusty road. There were no neighbours for three miles. Her mother had bought most of the land out here as an investment in future pimento farming. It didnt go as planned becuse of the unusually dry soil of in the parish of St. Ann. Her mother Mary was american and she had inherited a lot of money when her father passed away. Bored with the life of living in the big city of New york she sold her apartment and moved to Jamaica where she met and married Peter (Mischa's father). Mary had always had a fetish for big black men and she immediately accepted his proposal of marrige. She was a petite blond woman with cold green eyes. They had Mischa after two years into their marriage. Mischa looked out the window of her father's car and knew that if she had to escape it would take a lot of planning.
