FIVE YEARS LATER
Mrs. Helen smiled at the child, she was proving to be a kid determined to survive.
Daniella was her name. Mrs Helen had given it to her, with the quote that she was going to be a survival through all that life had to offer. She was a happy child, proving to live above her reputation.
Six years of age, tall and had a rapid growth. Always daring among her peers, wanting to know all things, beating up boys who trashed their feminine flow, she ruled amongst her female counterparts and was nick-named the fairy princess by the neighborhood for her good manners and beauty.
The couple kept on the warrior spirit. Ken maintained his grip on Nicky's neck, her claim seemed to have awoken him from a long time imprisonment in a lost world.Nicky groaned in pain, Ken's grip hadn't loosened a bit, her sweat pores bathed her with their fluids, tears rolled down her cheeks, blood escaped out her nose and she felt dizzy. Ken paused there and his sweat dripped down on Nicky's face. Its salty content burned her eyes.Nothing changed, help wasn't coming. Nicky felt life draining out of her and with a final attempt to let go she gave out her brutal blow, which was of course a little tap on Ken's hand. It worked as Ken snapped out of his thoughts and blinked back to reality."I got a child?" He asked, letting go of his grip, and la
Mrs Helen sat up in her bed reading her bible, she put her glasses on and still strained her eyes, she had a very poor eyesight at a young age, coupled with that of old age. A knock was heard on her door and the doctor walked in already set for work."Good morning ma'am," the doctor greeted Mrs Helen."A... Don't you ever rest?" She asked him, wearing a smile."You know I've got patients to attend to and have.." he stopped, trailing off at an interruption."...I do really understand that, and I'm glad you are a really hard working man, because my dear, hard work pays off." She assured with a smile. "Hope you said your prayers and had breakfast." she added."Good morning mum,
Nicky had finally gotten off easy bay; she parked the vehicle at a safe distance to avoid being traced. She walked down the street and the vision of the night she had escaped from the hospital and was drenched in the rain hit her and she felt sorry for Mrs Helen and the ways she had treated her, she knew she had caused her to leave her house to seek refuge elsewhere.
Ken drove down the path, through the lonely streets into the highway, thoughts raced through his mind. "I knew my plan would be so successful. Yes, Nicky got what she wanted. At least I warned her not to dare me. Well, my family is now complete, I have my own daughter now and I'm going to train her to be nothing like her mother and more of m
It was three o'clock, the next morning. Daniella woke up shivering and a throbbing headache. Everytime she moved her head, the pain got worse so she lay still, trying to recall where she was and where she had been the night before. She blocked her nostrils, irritated by the odor she perceived, struggled up to a corner of the room and sat staring at Nicky who was fast asleep, dried tear marks stained her face.
Times past seasons, mixed things changed. There she was in her shirts and jeans, the blonde teenager growing into a male's choice, growing to become a dazzling young lady, but situations left her more like an outcast amongst freeborn, as usual she was always found doing house chores. Dale now had a bent figure. She had acquired that from the constant grass cutting, sweeping and scrubbing she was always assigned and forced to do. She had five round scars right on the back of her fist, two on her left and three on her right, they had been gotten from cigarette burns.
There she was in his dungeon, flat on her back, hands tied sideways, legs tied sideways, she hung there in the air so close to the floor. Ken had it upgraded. There were now several hanging poles, more sophisticated torturing tools, he also had his robbery equipment. It proved more than a dungeon. Dale had jus
Dale tried to be as quick as possible. She crawled forward to pick up the garment, opening up fresh wounds. “Ouch, ugh!" She groaned in pain and lay still panting for some time."You've got twenty seconds left!" Ken alarmed from out the door.