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Only his happily-ever-after was her nightmare. Josh didn’t love her, not in any way she’d define love. But he was obsessed with her. As it turned out, her prostheses was what started it. It reminded him of his younger sister’s doll. Hinged at the knee to enable it to bend, it was what started him on the path to who he became.
He told her about stealing the doll, taking off one or both of its legs. Sometimes at the knee and sometimes at the hip. Then there were times he’d remove the arms as well.
The dolls couldn’t fight back, they were powerless without their limbs. All they could do was submit to whatever he wanted to do to them. That fetish followed him into adulthood, and was enhanced with new characteristics when he stumbled into age play.
It was the perfect kink. Josh needed to be in power. Particularly in sex. Georgie didn’t like anything about that. Not the age play, not the bondage or inflicting pain and especially not the kind of control he demanded in his age play.
Nothing about being humiliated, violated and debased was appealing to her and she made that clear. That was her first mistake. John wanted her to resist. That gave him the excuse to force her. After all, it was for her own good. Good little girls don’t get punished, but bad ones do. And she was very bad.
His idea of punishment quickly became her terror. It was terror that gave birth to an idea, and from that idea, a plan quickly formed. Georgie didn't want to try to examine it for weaknesses. It was probably riddled, but time had run out. She needed a plan now, and this is what she had.
So, she followed the plan, no matter how much she hated it. If she followed the plan, she would win. That's what she told herself over and over, like a mantra. She just needed to find the right moment. To her surprise and dismay, that moment presented itself the second week at the cabin. She remembered so clearly his reaction when she "revealed" herself to him.
It was actually day number seventeen at the remote cabin. She knew that only because she scratched a line on the wood beneath the bed every day when Josh left her locked up.
Once she tried to escape the room. Her punishment was awful and she hated him for it. Her mistake was screaming that at him. That netted her being tied to the bed for two days Sometimes face up and sometimes face down. It all depended on how he wanted to violate her.
Georgie kept telling herself to stick to the plan, so she apologized after he finished and allowed her to sit. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was bad. I didn’t mean to be.”
“Then you don’t hate me?”
She shook her head and whimpered as if she couldn’t speak for the emotion overwhelming her.
“Tell me.” He ordered. “Do you love me?”
She nodded and sniffed. Josh grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Why? What is it you love, Georgie?”
She hesitated, summoned tears and let them flow. “I—I love—” she shook her head. “No. I can’t. Please.”
“Tell me or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Promise?” she knew the moment she asked, she had him where he lived.
“Promise? Are you saying…” he was clearly uncertain, but from the erection straining at his trousers, he was also excited.
She nodded, hoping she appeared embarrassed. “I—I—I like…it makes me, you know, wet when you make me do things.”
Josh stared at her for a long time before speaking. “Well, I guess we’ll have to test the truth of that won’t we?
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, hoping she had achieved her goal, and not just put herself into a worse mess.
She hated it. Hated him and hated herself, but until she could figure a way to escape, what else could she do? He would hurt her, but not in a way that would leave a lasting scar or require medical attention. Just enough to show he was boss and in control.
The days blended into one long series of humiliating and painful sexual events. She started to doubt she’d ever be free, and that’s when depression started to seep in, stealing her strength.
She beat herself up daily. Why did she agree to go away with Josh? What kind of fool was she to trust him? She’d likely die at his hands and no one would ever know what happened to her.
The depression deepened, along with the fear. It became a surreal existence, one that threatened her sanity. To keep from losing the battle, Georgie started talking to herself, as Naomi and gave herself a little pep talks. This was the plan. She had to try. There was no other option. She couldn't outfight him; she was locked inside with no way to get out, and if he didn't start leaving her alone with free roam of the cabin, she'd never figure out how to escape.
She reminded herself that she had to be alert and ready to make a move if the opportunity rose. She thought about being outside, about running from this place, of finding safety. Georgie turned on the water in the shower. He would be home soon, and liked her to be freshly cleaned. Maybe that made him feel clean. Some of the things he told her when he returned from his time away was awful. She didn’t want to believe he was committing such acts, but feared he was. If only she had a way to record his words.
That prompted a moment of scorn for herself. She couldn’t get out of the bedroom. She had to try harder, make him trust her. The only way to do that was to make him believe she secretly loved his kink. As much as she hated the idea, it was all she had. So, she shoved back the distaste that rose, she stepped into the shower. The hot water felt so good she nearly wept. By the time she was clean and toweling off, she felt stronger, with renewed resolve.
She would fool him so completely that he would let his guard down. And then she'd figure out how to escape or kill him. Either way, she had to act if she wanted to survive.
And she wanted that with all her being.
Now, weeks later, she'd learned several things. First, she wasn't as tough as she thought. Second, she couldn't beat him physically. One night, he wanted to play daddy, and she really wasn't in the mood and said no.
