Lockdown

Daddy's Girl

I watched Maggie as she twitched, then slowly fell asleep, not saying a word as she slumped over. I looked out of curiosity to see what she looked like. She had scars all over her wrists and thighs, the word 'FAT' carved into her skin on her stomach. Her face was round and slightly chubby, yet thin. I leaned close to see more, but she started to stir, and I immediately sat back up. I pulled up my underwear, and reaching for my pants. "He fucked me in my ass too." she mumbled, her face streaked with her black makeup that had ran from her crying. "I'm sorry," I said, not knowing what else to say. She looked me over "Sorry? You let the bastard fuck me, then moaned like the slut you are when he ate you out." she growled, and out of nowhere punched me straight in the face. I cowered back, and flinched as she started to beat me, punching me at any place she could reach. I covered my face so she couldn't hit me there anymore, but I felt blows to my thighs, shoulders, chest, anything she could reach. Finally I had enough, and started to scream. "Stop! Stop it!" over and over, my voice carrying. After she punched me on the side of the head, the door flew open so fast I thought it would fly off it's hinges. It was the man, panting from running, looking almost shocked at the scene. Maggie stopped, looking up at him. I moved my hands, looking up at him aswell, my left eye now starting to turn purple, the skin puffy, small bruises starting to appear in all of the other places she had hit me. "You bitch," he growled as he darted towards her, grabbing her hair and started to beat her in the face with his free hand. He must've been strong, because her face was a bloody niagara falls before she knew it. She was trying to scream, but he was hitting her so fast it was muffled. Finally I couldn't take it, and covered my face, hearing the grunts and muffled screams for what seemed like an eternity. Once I didn't hear anything I moved my hands to be face to face with the man. He placed his hands on the side of my face, holding it as he looked at me with a worried look, blood splattered on his face. "She hurt you bad," he mumbled, and leaned close kissing me. I just kept my lips still, allowing him to move them against his as he plesased. He pulled away quickly, thank god. "I need to get you some medical attention to help that pretty little face of yours," he said then let go of me, standing up and undoing Maggie's chain. My eyes widened as the man dragged her lifeless body out of the room by the chain, her face bloody, unrecognizable. He had just killed her in cold blood. I stared in disbelief. He dragged her out of the room, calling for a guard. He walked to the desk, bringing the intercoms microphone close to his mouth and pressing the button "If you have any medical experience, come down to the office with a guard. Now." And sat it back down, taking his finger off of the button. He walked back to me and pulled s key out of his sock, unlocking the small padlock that kept me tied to the pipe. He wrapped the leash around his hand, bending over and picking me up, holding me like I was a baby. My heart was racing. I'm a fucking idiot, I should fight. Bite him. Kick him. Something. But I just let him do as he pleased, and winced as he held me close to his chest, resting his chin on my head. He started to pace back and forth, starting to kiss me all over my face. "It's going to be okay, it'll be okay, daddy's going to make you better so we can have fun again," he cooed. I have never been more uncomfortable. Finally an old woman walked in, the school nurse. She was shaking, being escorted by a guard. I couldn't remember her name exactly, and she looked as if she was going to faint when she saw me, the blood covered room, and the man's blood splattered face. "What happened to her?" She said and the guard nudged her forward. The man held me down lower, feeling my face go red. "Can you help her ma'am?" The man asked, and she nodded her head. "She just needs to put some ice on the bruises, it should reduce the swelling. No bones to seem to be broken..." she said all of this in a small voice, obviously disturbed by the man holding a half naked and bruised fifteen year old. "Thank you, Pete, go get me bags of ice, and a mattress with some blankets and pillows. I'm staying in here." I stared at the ground, nervous for how the rest of my day would be. It wasn't going to be delightful at all.