Hush little baby

Chapter 21

I woke up the next day, eyes so puffy from crying I could barely open them. I looked outside and saw that the sun was barely up, and it was basically dark. I could've probably slept for another couple of hours, but I decided against it.

I went to the dresser and tried to find anything but short shorts, but I had no luck. I sighed pulling out the same outfit of short shorts, and a white pullover. All the clothes in the drawer were the same damn outfit. I pulled out underwear and sighed.

I need to take a shower, I feel gross. And after what I was forced to do last night, I feel like I need to scrub my mouth out with bleach and disinfectant.

I walked over to the door, wiggling the handle. It opened when I pushed, to my surprise. He must've forgotten to lock it. I tip toed out into the hall, and looked around. It seemed there was no one around. I slowly walked to the stairs, descending them quickly.

This is my chance. This is my chance to escape this hell and try to find daddy. The only problem is.. where the heck am I?

I kept walking in the seemingly never ending, gigantic, marble, downstairs. My steps quickened, as I was inpatient, worried that someone would catch me.

  I turned a corner, and found a door. I would've just walked passed it but it was really different from the others. Instead of the paper white of everything in this place, this particular door was old, warn, and rusted. I went to go open it, hoping that no one would catch me, this is my chance, and maybe my only one.

My thoughts became reality when a hand wrapped around my wrist. I let out a scream, and I was whipped around to face the person.

"What are you doing out of yer' room?" I saw the same guy from the hotel that brought me to this place.

"Boss is gonna be angry at you. Very angry." He smirked, enjoying the fear that was overflowing from me. I tried to pull back, but his grip just painfully tightened.

He dragged me upstairs and to "masters" room. He knocked on it politely and then seconds later the devil himself was standing at the door.

"What is he doing out of his room?" He eyes me, suspicion glinting in his eyes.

"I found this little rat wondering downstairs. He must've gotten out of his room." Anger exploded out of him and he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you doing outside of your room!" He threw me on the floor, and I backed up into a corner.

"I-I" He got closer to me, he looked as if he was ready to attack at any moment.

"You what!" I gulped, my heart beating a mile a minute.

"I just- I woke up a-and decided to- to get ch-changed. B-But then I-I thought I n-needed a shower. And the d-door was unlocked.. s-so I.." He pulled me back up and threw me on the bed.

"Did I fucking give you permission to exit your room?!" I quickly shook my head no.

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO IT!" He spat in my face.

"I-I'm s-sorry m-master." I started shaking out of fear and he stalked towards me.

"You're gonna have to be punished." I shook my head violently.

"I-I'm sorry I won't- I won't do it again!" He got on top of me, smirking.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it." He ripped my clothes off, taking off his pants also.

"N-No!" He slapped me across the face, Leaving a stinging pain behind.

"Don't EVER tell me no!" I shut my mouth and closed my eyes tight, as I tried to hold back my sobs.

  I felt overwhelming pain as he thrusted into me. All I could do was sob, waiting for it to be over.

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When I got thrown back into my room I curled up on the ground. In pain, and disgust. Disgust in myself. I felt dirty. I felt like I betrayed Daddy in the worst way possible.

I couldn't stop the tears and sobs from filling the room. Why can't this all be a dream?! Why can't I just wake up with daddy right next to me? Why didn't I just stay in the room?!

I was half asleep when I heard an alarm go off, and a series of gun shots. I quickly got up, wiping my eyes and looking around in panic.

A part of me was screaming at me, telling me that this was daddy, and I had to get out there and help him. Maybe I was being stupid, and it wasn't daddy, but I wasn't going to take the chance of missing him. I looked around for anything that could help me open the door. I then got an idea.

I threw the clothes out of the dresser drawer, and took the heavy marble drawer out. With all my strength I ran to the door, slamming the drawer into it.

I repeated and repeated, not caring that my arms were screaming for me to stop. I need to get out of this room.

With the last of my strength I ran at the door again, finally busting a hole big enough for me to squeeze through.

I climbed through it, cutting myself on the white broken wood. I got up and ran to the top of the stairs, seeing what was going on In front of me. There were bodies on the floor, and people shooting at each other.

I kept looking around and finally saw a familiar face. One of daddies co workers. That means daddy has to be here.

I looked to the other side and saw "master" and his minions shooting. It was like a scene out of an action move. And this is a movie I would opt out of seeing.

I ran back to the room and grabbed the sharpest piece of broken wood from the door. I shakily gripped it in my hands. This is going to have to be the weapon of my choice.

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