Page 98 of Sadistic Retribution

He grabs a set of keys from his pocket, opening the cage. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll let you out. But you must do whatever I say.”

I nod, just wanting out of this scary place.

“Strip,” he orders. “Now.”

“Wh... what?”

“Don’t snark at me! I said now!”

I peel off my clothes, crossing my arms in front of me to hide my nakedness.

He impatiently yanks my arms away. “Turn around, slowly.”

I do it, sobbing hard. When I turn back the other way, he reaches towards me. I feel his hand probing me between my legs.

He grunts. "Good, still intact. Back in you go. Later, you get to meet my friends, since you were a good girl.”

The sudden memory has my mind reeling. “How is this possible? You… my whole life I’ve dreamed of you. Fantasized about you saving me from the Solomons. Wondering why you gave me to them in the first place.”

“How much did you hear?” Synn asks.

“From ‘you don’t understand’.”

He sighs, taking my shoulders in a firm grip, staring into my eyes. “I saw an innocent little girl in my father’s dungeon, multiple times. I saw her caged and shackled to the wall. I couldn’t live with that. I couldn’t leave that child to that fate. So, I went around my father, and asked Purge’s father to help me. I knew asking any of the Italians was a bad idea, and I had a feeling Purge’s father would help me on the down low.”

“That girl was me,” I choke out on a sob.

“Baby girl... God. Listen—I thought I was helping you. Giving you to people who would help you. I saw an old couple, and didn’t think for one second they were going to hurt you.”

“Show me a picture of him—of your father,” I beg, needing to connect the dots.

He takes out his phone, scrolling for a minute. He hands it to me. I look down, and gasp. It's him. It was Synn's father. He was the pedophile who kept me in a tiny cage. Who made me touch him. I remember it all.

“Synn... I remember. Your father... he was my rapist, my abuser. For so long. He let his friends violate me, too.”

Phoenyxx Age 7

He brought me upstairs again, and it’s so loud. There’s music playing, and the sound of a bunch of people laughing.

He pushes me ahead of him into the living room area, to the center of the room. Men and women all turn to stare at me, something scary in their eyes.

“So, what do you all think?” he asks them. “Isn't Bella magnificent?” Murmurs of agreement go around the room. “Take of all your clothes, Bella. Let my guests see your beautiful body.”

I immediately start to cry, covering my face with my hands. “I... I can’t. I won’t get naked in front of a bunch of grownups!”

He slaps me so hard in the face, it spins me around. He addresses his guests next. “Since Bella won’t cooperate, you all have the pleasure of removing her clothes.”

No, no! I scream, terror making me freeze in place. They surround me, pulling off my clothes.

“Can we touch her?” one of the men asks, looking up my captor.

“You have my permission to touch. Nothing past that will be permitted. Her virtue is still intact.”

They nod, greedily eating me up with their eyes. Bad smiles cover their faces.

Someone lifts me, putting me on a tall table in the room. I'm held down firmly and can’t get away. I scream until my voice stops.

Why? I don’t deserve this!