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Today is: Chapter 8: Janice |
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As a little girl, Janice couldn’t have been happier; she had almost anything she had ever wanted…, and more. However there was a catch, she had to let daddy in. Daddy seemed like the devil to her when he wanted in, however if she let him, she got what she wanted. This give and take had continued, until the accident.
She had let him in, however today he wanted something more. He tied her up, like he had done once or twice before, but today he tied her much tighter. Around her wrists and knees went the thin yellow twine; her panties went in her mouth and duct tape over that to keep her sounds to a minimum so mommy wouldn’t hear. As daddy was let in the twine got tighter and tighter, soon she couldn’t feel her left leg. After daddy was done and the twine was gone she tried getting up, but she couldn’t. She cried out and soon mommy was there, asking her what had happened, but she couldn’t tell, it was her little secret with daddy. They rushed her to the hospital, where they had to amputate her leg at the knee.
That was 14 years ago, she was ten, and now she was married to a man of piety, a reverend of the Lord. She hated her father for what he had done, not only ruining her innocents, but making her a laughing stock of misunderstanding. The man she had called dad was now in jail, but for her that wasn’t good enough, for her mother, who divorced the b*****d, it wasn’t good enough either.
She was glad she had met and fallen in love with Jessu, he saw her for her, and not the plastic leg she wore. He understood the grief the man had caused her and comforted her with thoughts of heaven and a righteous God. He held himself with a humble pride and walked the walk. He was the good man she had always dreamed of, and had always wished had been her father.
 6 gun quota · Sun May 22, 2011 @ 06:31pm · 0 Comments |
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