In The Dark. We Pray

Little Bird

"No please! I'll be good! I'll be so good, I'm sorry please not again! Please!"

The words came out as broken screeches...

Her jaw was broken after the first time she screamed.

'My panties were sky blue, with a little bird on the front of them...'

'But now.. they're so.. red.

My thighs are slick. It hurts so bad inside and out.

Was this from him? Or from the wreck... my head is a blur..'

The sun had begun to set over the hills of cherish. It was almost completely black in the cab now. The van had rolled to a stop for the third time today.

And she had learned the meaning...

'it's time to hurt.'

Her breathing quickened as she watched in horror. Helpless. Hands tied and purple behind her back.

The first two days, the man had kept her blindfolded. But it came off during one of his attacks. With a raspy chuckle he tossed it aside.

"Well, you've seen my face. I have to keep you now."

When he unbuckled his seat belt and turned into the back cab to face her., With that broken smile... That's when her wailing started.

But it wouldn't matter.

He would be taking her. Again.

All she could do was pray he kept enjoying torturing her.

'Otherwise...'

He stood above her.

Her broken wails pleading.

"I do enjoy the way you sing to me little bird."

He flipped her over and spread her wide.

She tried to protest. weak and broken, Little Bird writhed into a struggle, but the man punched her in the back of the head...

Then once again... it began...