Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I ran. I ran as fast as my body would allow me. Pushing it to its limits. Sprinting up the stairs and into my room. My sanctuary, at least most of the time. When he wasn’t there.

 I slammed the door shut, bolting the 5 locks closed that resided on the inside of my door. My only sense of protection was metal chains. Chains and a chair underneath the doorknob were the only things that made me feel safe in this house.

 Then the banging started.

 The door shook. I prayed it was strong enough to keep the devil out. To keep him out.

 “ Get out here right now you worthless whore, you need to be punished! “ He screamed.

 I never understood how the neighbours failed to hear him. They made me think that I didn’t scream loud enough. That it was my fault nobody ever heard.

‘Please leave, please leave’ I chanted in my head. As always fate was against me. I had no idea what I did to deserve living in this hellhole.

 “ Alice you’re only making this worse for yourself, you know that. “ I cursed the beat my heart skipped. This man held so much power over me.

 “ So why don’t you open this door sweetheart? “ He questioned. This was another one of his manipulative tactics. Kindness. I craved love in my life; he used my want to get me to do anything he pleased. Making me hope he had changed.

I uncurled from my fetal position. Standing up from the corner of my room.

 Hoping letting him in would be for the better. A less painful option. I took a deep breath and slowly unhooked each chain that barricaded my door. And moved the chair that was under the handle aside. I opened my eyes to see his sickly handsome face staring back at me. He didn’t deserve a face like this. He deserved a face as disfigured as his insides.

 “ Now there’s a good girl Alice. Do you know what you did wrong? “ He inquired circling me like a tiger stalks his prey.

 “ Yes. “ I whispered, cursing my voice for betraying me.

 “ Louder! “ He roared. I whimpered but did not move a muscle.

 “ Yes I know what I did wrong. “ I stated louder and hopefully clearer.

 “ Now my girl tell me what it was you did wrong. “ His slimy voice filled my ears.

 “ I…Uh..dropped the glass cup sir. “ I stuttered pathetically. Just like a coward. It wasn’t entirely my fault though. It was wet with soap and water and it just slipped. My world stopped spinning the second that blasted cup hit the ground.

 “ Yes you did didn’t you. Now are we going to have a repeat of this incident? “

 “ No sir.” I stated simply.

 “ Yes I know you wont because you’re a good little girl aren’t you? “ He cooed at me. I simply nodded in response.

 “ However you do need to be punished for your inability to perform a simple task. “

 “ Now strip. “ He commanded, all traces of fake kindness gone. I knew this was going to happen, I just thought that if I cooperated the punishment would be avoided. What a stupid thought. Actually having hope. How pathetic am I.

 “ Please sir, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to do this. Please don’t do this. “ I pleaded pitifully as the first set of many warm tears trailed down my face. I hoped with my whole being this man could gain a heart in the next few moments. But again, pointless wishful thinking.

 “ I know I don’t have to sweetheart, but I want to.” He sneered. It was then I knew my fate was decided for that night. There was nothing I could do about it.

 “ Now strip, let me see that beautiful body of yours. “ He commanded again. He really was a sick old man. I knew how the punishment worked though. If I obeyed without any complaint it would be better for me. Less painful. I slowly began removing my clothes, hoping he would have a change of heart. I placed my tank top and shorts neatly on the chair that was once used to keep my door shut.

 Leaving on my undergarments. Knowing removing them was his favourite part, I didn’t want to receive another beating on top of this. The smile that appeared on his face disgusted me.

 “ My beautiful little girl, you have no idea how much your daddy loves you. “ He purred against the shell of my ear. I inwardly cringed, he was not my father. A father would never do this to his child.

 “ Now lets get you out of these pesky things. “ He commented referring to my undergarments. The only things stopping his view me.  I could feel his sickeningly hot breath on the back of my neck as he unhooked my bra and pulled down my underwear at an increasingly slow pace. Revealing me completely to him.

 “ That’s more like it. “ He whispered as his eyes slowly roamed the length of my body.

 “ Now my dear you are going to let me touch you as I please. “ He stated.

 “ No one will ever get to touch you as I do. Your body’s mine. All mine. “ He declared.

I whimpered once more.

Authors note:

Thank you to all the people that read my story. Really means a lot. And as for Alice’s foster father his name is Nathan Hinkler and he is a 40 year old man. I haven’t mentioned his name in the story and I don’t think I will until later on because Alice referring to him by his name implies respect. Respect that she could never have for this man. Just thought I’d let you guys know. Please vote and comment!

Always, Lisa Grace.