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He took it badly, stayed in character, spanked her with a belt, then bent her over, tied her hands to her feet and raped her.
When he finished, he pushed her onto the floor, switched her until her skin felt it would splid and left her tied on the floor.
That taught her something. Regardless of how fit and capable she was, he was stronger. She had to be smarter, or she'd never get away.
Since then, she'd played the part of baby, his doll, to do with what he wanted. Whether he wanted her to be five, nine, or thirteen, she was his little girl, and he was her daddy.
And she hated him more each day, and each day, smiled sweetly and lied, praying there would come a time when he would leave her alone in the cabin. She made the mistake of asking to go outside a few days ago, and he stripped her naked, dragged her outside, tied her face first onto a tree, and then switched her againuntil she bled.
Georgie wiped the fogged mirror with her towel and stared at her streaked reflection.Coward. You're a coward. Don't you want to get away? Stop being a wimp and do what you need to do to escape. Focus on that. What do we need, how do we get it, and how do we use whatever it is to escape?
It sounded like Naomie in her mind, giving her much-needed determination. What was the first thing she needed?
A phone. A phone she could use to text a message to a secure server that would then forward the message to the recipient, along with a link to the GPS data report showing a projected location of the phone when the message was sent.
That would give them a location. If she could pull that off, then all she could do was wait. Or maybe not, she considered. If she could convince Josh to let her help with the chores and the cooking, perhaps she could give herself a slight advantage.
If.
Fear of defeat reared its ugly head at that word like it'd been summoned from the underworld. Its roar battered the strength of her resolve, will, and refusal to back down or surrender. She was scared. She admitted it, but many things in life are scary, and you just have to pay attention and hope you get an opportunity to escape.
And the best way to inspire opportunities was to be compliant. As much as she hated and resisted, she knew the easy path to take. It would probably take longer, but it would also come closer to making her appear honest.
Georgie got to work, fixing her hair and makeup and, finally, putting on her costume. She gave herself another look in the mirror.
Showtime.
She walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to the living room. Josh sat in his customary place, the leather recliner placed in a catacorner position on the far wall, the spot he'd designed as his and his alone.
Georgie had her hands together in front of her groin, arms twined, and fingers laced, giving her a slumped posture that conveyed defeat. As did her downcast face and the way she shuffled like a disobedient child,
"I—I have a confession," she whispered.
"A what? I didn't hear that. Come closer."
She moved to within inches of the recliner footrest. Georgie picked her outfit because it was his favorite, a sort of Japanese schoolgirl on the surface and trashy sex slave underneath.
His gaze moved over her, and she saw it on his face. His eyes widened, his pupils enlarged, and in the next breath, he was sporting an erection, and his face was flushed.
"A confession."
"Raise your skirt."
She wore nothing beneath the skirt, and what was beneath it was freshly washed and shaved. His hand moved to his groin, and she allowed herself a small half-smile.
"What's your confession?"
She hesitated, looked at him, and away, trying to seem nervous before finally speaking. "I—I really like this."
"This what?"
It was now or never." I didn't expect it, and I'd have called you nuts if you said I'd like it, but I do. I like this daddy-dom thing. I didn't want to like it…but now it's all I can think about. You're all I can think about. The things you do to me and make me do."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. But we can pretend I am, and you can punish me if you like."
And just like that, she had him. She saw it when it happened. Josh thought he was in control, and in some ways he was.
