Sorry Daddy.

It was dark when I woke up, very dark, until I realized my eyes were still closed. Struggling against the glue for what felt like hours I finally managed to break the bond between my eyelids but it was still just as dark. 

The ropes that bound my hands to the metal chair burned around my wrist, and I knew that if I struggled against them, I'd have scars when I escaped. So instead of letting out a bloodcurdling scream like any sane person would, or thrashing around like an idiot wasting energy, I waited. And waited...and waited. 

As time wore on, my patience grew thin and I began to tap my left foot in tune to my calm heartbeat. He never leaves for this long. Soon even that bored me so I began to count in my head. One, two, three... and I counted as high as I could, yet still he did not show.  

With a roll of my head and a flex of my shoulders I knew there was an electrified wire that ran under my arms, around my back to my stomach and so on; if I were to lean forward a shock would be conducted through my body and into the chair, effectively frying me. I knew my feet were set up the way they always are, he's never had a reason to change that because he doesn't know I can get out of them. A pair of handcuffs were clasped around my ankles, another was locked onto that and the bar under the seat.  

It was a while after I had scoped out my predicament when the lock clicked and the door handle began to turn. If I hadn't been aware of the previous acute silence, I would have missed the noise. Minutes ticked by as I waited, staring at where I heard the noise, before the door eased open on creaking hinges and a massive figure I knew all too well stood in the doorway, bright, white light shining around his silhouette.  

His cocky attitude allowed him to leave the door open while he did his job without worry. He knew I'd never escape him, I never had. 

"Is today your day little one?" his voice held an affectionate lilt to it and I shook my head quickly. "Will you ever be able to do it?" Before I could answer he sighed and shook his head, "no, no I guess not." He strode towards me, strong and tall, stopping a few feet away to pick up his favorite metal pipe. 

"We'll just have to fix that won't we?" I knew he didn't want an answer when he held the pipe above his shoulder like a baseball player. 

In an instant I felt my ribs break under his blow as he screamed, "You're too weak!" there was a pause as he readied himself for another, he never wasted energy on a weak one. "You're a little girl!" he never gave me pleasure of passing out or going numb either, always biding his time to where I'd get over the pain just to be hit again. 

"You will die!" He screamed when his toy came down on my head, jerking my feet out before me. I whimpered to cover up what I was doing.  

"Weak girls cry!" He yowled as he broke two more ribs. But I had broken something as well. "You're too weak!" ah his favorite phrase again, this time he broke my nose. Sliding the bar I had caught with my feet into my hand, I allowed the dark to hide my motives. 

"I hate you!" another blow, I slide the torn edge along the rope once. "You're worthless!" Another slide of the bar. "You piece of fucking shit!" Three blows at once, he's in a worse mood today, good.

"You'll never get away!" At this he continuously beat me till I went limp, then he threw the pipe away from him with a clang on the concrete walls and spit in my face. "I hate you," he whispered.  

My eyes shot open and I held my arms above my head as I slid down in the chair. I threw my makeshift saw at his face as I jumped behind him and held the rope I had been bound with against his neck. With a quick flick of my wrist the razors he had tortured me with for all of nineteen years embedded in that rope ripped his throat apart and gave me my only wish.  

I let his body fall to the floor and sat beside him until his body stunk and my clothes were caked with dry blood before standing up an walking into that blinding white light. Before I left, I turned back to the room that had been mine for all those years and closed the door.  

"Sorry I wasn't a boy, but am I strong enough now Daddy?"