My name is Cleana Ruari O'Reilly. I'm 12 years old, and here is my story.
I woke up in my cage, yes cage, and yes I am a 12 year old female human. I lived alone with my dad, who was the devil himself, I swear. I slept in a large dog cage, where I could only curl in a ball. I started to cry, my life was miserable, and nobody even knew I existed. Life was perfect until mom died 3 years ago, then my dad turned pyscho. Why was this happening to me? I've always been good person, and girl. I've never been bad, or anything.
"YOU FAT LITTLE BITCH. WAKE THE HELL UP!" My father came into the room screaming his head off. As he walked the floor shook, it scared me, knowing he is coming closer and closer. He was then beside me.
"YOU UP!?" He screamed.
"Yes. May I please have some food?" I asked in a whisper, soft and quiet voice.
"NO!" He boomed. I yelped, and sat up in my cage. He unlocked my cage, and I came crawling out of it. I wanted to stand up, but I couldn't I was too weak. My father then grabbed me by the collar and it choked me. He picked me up in the air and laughed at me. I couldn't breathe. I swung my arms trying to tell him it was hurting, but he didn't stopped. Then he dropped me on to the floor. I gasped for air for minutes until my breathing calmed.
He put my leash on my collar and dragged me to my feeding bowl. He crouched over the bowl, and pulled his pants down. He put his butt over the bowl and took a hot, steamy poop. I watched as the feaclematter came out of his butthole and into my feeding bowl. He then turned around and told me to open my mouth. I did as told and he started to urinate into my mouth. I was used to this, and drank it. It tasted what you think urine would taste like. The taste now didn't bother me since I am so used to it. He was finished, and I gulped down the last bit.
"Eat NOW!" He yelled. I dug into the feces. It was hot, and mushy. The texture off poop was different, and the taste was horrifying. I was used to this too. I had feces all over my face when I was finished. He took a napkin and wiped it off of my face.
He smacked my butt then got up and started to drag me to his bedroom. He then said that I was a naughty girl. He got his whip out and whipped me 30 times on my ass and back. I felt pain, and realized I was bleeding from my back and butt. He layed his tongue where the wounds are and licked, and drank the blood. This wasn't new either, I had many many whip wounds and scars on my back and butt. He then told me to shit in his mouth. I did, and I heard him chew on my feces, then swallow.
He then whipped me some more, and more wounds appeared, and more blood drinking happened. He then pushed me over at bit at me. He bit my neck, and my stomach. He made many wounds there. He then told me we are going to do something knew, as he pulled out one looked like to be a dissecting knife. He took it and made an incision. After a few more cuts I passed out from the pain. I woke up to him slapping me, and telling me I can't go now.
I then looked down and saw that he took out my gulbladder. He then took stitches and stitched up where the incisions where made. The pain I had. It was overwhelming and I blacked out again, I woke up to him penatrating my vagina. I moaned, it felt good. I then orgasmed. He took out his penis, and I squirted and he made sure most fell into his mouth, and swallowed. He then said it tasted good, and that he liked it.
He said it was my bedtime and then dragged me to my cage and threw me in. Literally, threw me in. I only had one meal that day, and the next was the same, besides the meal and drink. The same with the next. Soon I was so weak i couldn't move, or do almost anything. He then the next day gave me food and a drink. I was still very weak, but then he was gone the next day. I found out that i could slip my fingers through and unlock my cage, and I decided to leave. I crawled out, and to my surprise i barely could stand, but I did. I then walked, it took me 15 minutes to walk from my cage to the door. I opened the back door, and walked out. It was so easy. I then heard my father arrive home. I had to walk quickly to the woods. I then some how walked a little bit faster. I heard him open the front door and walk in. Then I heard yelling and a lot of cussing. I was almost to the woods. I was to the creek, I just had to cross it. I fell in to the creek, but it was shallow and I craweled to the edge where there was an overhang. I hid under it, I barely could fit. I was still naked from the other day. I heard the back door open, and heard him walk to the creek and examine the woods, and creek. He was directly above me. I squealed very lightly which made him look down, luckily he couldn't see me, but he then jumped into the water and walked into the woods.
I was free to go, he didn't see me. I stood up and craweled back onto the grass and walked back to the house. I got inside the back door, and grabbed a knife. I bet he was armed to though, if he found me, I was dead most likely. I then walked out of the front door with his car keys. I remember driving this car when I was 8 once, well steered it. I knew it couldn't be too difficult. I started the car up, and pulled out of the driveway. I drove about 2 miles then crashed into the ditch. I got out of the car, bleeding from my nose, and I couldn't do anything with my left arm, it must've been broken. I climbed up the hill I crashed onto. I sat my bag against the road, on a tree. I heard my dad's fourwheeler come down the road and stop where he saw his car crashed. I heard him walk up right where I just came up.
I then stayed very quiet and did not move. I couldn't hear him. He then came from around the same tree and grabbed me. I screamed and slashed the knife at his face, and cut him across the cheek. He threw me on to the hard pavement of the road, and I then had a sharp pain in my abdomen. I bet I broke some of my ribs. He picked me up and layed me onto his fourwheeler then drove us home. He pushed me onto the ground as I cried and begged for mercy. He then dragged me with my leash into the house. The leash pulled on my collar which choked me. He sat me up onto a chair, and I dangled my head. To weak to lift it. He punched me hard, then again, and again in the face. I spit out 2 teeth, and called him a dick. I told him to die, and he laughed.
He then took his knife and cut my nipple completely off. He threw me onto the ground, and dragged me to my cage. He locked it then left to nap. I unlocked the cage, didn't care if he killed me. I knew he had a phone, a cell phone. It must've been with him, I know it was. I craweled quietly to his room, and searched on the floor, and in his dressers, then I saw it. It was in his shirt's pocket. I could get, I thought to myself. I got on my knees, and slowly start to slide the phone out of his pocket. He then moved, but didn't wake up. I finished sliding it out then slowly, quietly crawled back to my cage. I got in it then locked it back up. I dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello this is 911 what is your emergency?" the operator said.
"My dad is insane, he keeps me in a cage, makes me eat his poop and drink his pee. I stole his phone. He beats me everyday and today I tried to escape, and now I am barely alive. Please help, I live on 2334 Yellowblazertown rd. Please help, he's gonna kill me." I told the operator and then I hang up and hit his phone. I waited for the police to arrive. Then they did, the sirens went off. I heard my dad wake up and he ran to my cage. He opened it and dragged me out and threw me.
He then searched my cage and found his phone. He cussed at me then pulled out a hand gun, he shot me 3 times in the body. The police then kicked down the door, and ran in. He shot at the officers but missed, they shot him, and he fell to the ground dead. I heard the police officers say I was going to be okay, that I'll survive, but everything went white.
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The final part coming soon. Did Cleana survive... or what?
