A Girl Called Lucy

Chapter Fifteen

It has been four months since Dani, my big sister, was murdered and I was sitting in our cage, running my hands through the cool dirt. I was no longer permitted into the Rapehouse; I killed my first human being in there a month ago. I suffocated the man with a pillow as I sat on him and as he tried to control his breathing when he threw me off, I stabbed him over and over again with his own knife. I was beaten for my crime but that didn’t bother me. The men now feared me because I too had learned the art of killing. Killing the man was exhilarating, but it was terrifying. I looked over at my cell mates and they had started to avoid me as well. Solitary didn’t bother me; I could no longer be hurt by someone else’s pain.

I stood up and walked over to the gate and stared out as the others enjoyed their freedom. I was thinking my crime would have gotten me executed, but for some reason my father kept me alive. I smiled satanically as I cut my arm on the chain linked fence. I watched as the blood ran down my arm and I licked at it. I was dying to see my own father’s blood run soon. I looked up at the blue sky and all I saw was red. The sky itself was painted with blood. I started chuckling evilly to myself. I vowed silence at Dani’s death; a silent killer. I heard voices and I looked up to see my father walking towards me with a man behind him. He was not like the men who worked the Rapehouse. He was tall and had a cigar sticking out of his mouth. He wore a white suit and bright white shoes. I narrowed my eyes at this man as they approached. If he got in my way, I’d have to kill him too. Killing an extra wouldn’t bother me; I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. They walked up to the cage, staring down at me. The man took the cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke in my face.

“She’s the one?” he asked and my father nodded.

“I want you to take her far away and show her what fear actually is.”

“You said she killed a man?” the man in white busted out laughing at this. “What is she, two? There’s no way a two year old could kill a fully grown man.”

“It happened,” my father hissed and the man continued chuckling. The man squatted down in front of me. His face irritated me and I threw the small metal bench up against the fence, causing the man to fall on his butt. My father erupted with laughter. “She has a severe anger problem. No one knows why though.” I widened my eyes at his lie. The man got back up, dusted his butt and smiled at my father.

“I’ll pay the price,” he said and they shook hands and walked off, still talking about something. I stared angrily after them, hoping my glare would drop them dead. Minutes later, I was hustled out of my cage by strange men, talking in a strange tongue. I didn’t understand a word they were saying as they tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet together and dragged me by the hair to the front of the Rapehouse, where my father and the man were waiting. I was thrown in a separate cage in the backend of the truck. The man in the white suit nodded his head to my father and then faced me.

“I’m going to teach you the true meaning of fear,” he whispered and I hissed at him like a cat would. He chuckled. “I’ve been informed that you don’t talk. Fine by me. I don’t like to listen to a woman’s words anyway. I prefer to listen to her moans instead.” Knowing what he meant, I attacked the cage and he took a step back as my hands clawed the air. “Not so fast,” he said in a chilled voice. “You’ll feel right at home.” He went and got into the truck and I watched as the Rapehouse disappeared from view. I sat in the cage and stared at the landscapes as they passed. I didn’t know why but I had gotten out of that wretched rape prison. Step one had been completed.

I watched as we pulled up to what look liked an abandoned prison. These chain linked fences were rusted but they stood tall. The fence posts were rusted and there was a certain smell that made me nauseous and I couldn’t place it. I was unloaded and thrown into another cage. I looked around and noticed other kids too. They still had a spark in their eyes when mine had been distinguished long ago. I crawled underneath the wooden bench and forced myself to go to sleep. I woke up to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I quickly rolled over saw the man in white staring at me with a man on either side of hm. All the other kids were outside, staring off into space or doodling on the ground. I narrowed my eyes at the man as he puffed on his cigarette.