Desire ch. 69 - Daddy's Secrets

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Chapter 69- Daddy’s Secrets
POV: Emily
Word Count: 4699
Warning: Violence.

July 27, 2010; Tuesday

I was woken up by freezing cold water hitting me and I nearly jumped out of my skin but moving reminded me how painfully cramped I was and the cold water didn’t help. When the water stopped I looked up to see Adam holding the water hose.

“Rise and shine baby, it’s a new day!”

“You know showers aren’t supposed to be ice cold.” I snapped.

“Warm showers are earned here, not given. I would adjust my attitude if I were you, I don’t take back talking kindly.”

He laid the water hose down and walked to the counter where I saw another glass of blended stuff. He seemed to pause and then came and undid the lock on the door, opening it for me.

“The bathroom is right there.”

“It’s not private.”

He grabbed a hand full of my hair and practically dragged me out of the cage and to my feet. My back, legs, arms; everything protested and screamed in pain from being stood up so suddenly. He brought me really close to his face, holding my hair tightly.

“I don’t think you understand. You are no longer given privileges such as warm showers and privacy. If you thought Zac knew everything your body does and when, I will know precisely what day to expect your periods and when they will end, I’ll know before you when you have to go to the bathroom and what you need to do. You have no rights Emily. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Now, I am sure you have to go somehow. I don’t tolerate messy mistakes because you think you deserve privacy so I suggest you take your ass over there and do what you need to do.”

He pushed me toward the corner and then returned to the counter where he was crushing pills up and adding them to the drink mix. From my position on the toilet it looked like vitamins. I could feel the redness in my face as I sat there. I guess this is how Zac felt sometimes when we embarrassed him. I could see his smiling face and hope came because he would find me, he wouldn’t give up.

He indicated the sink when I was finished, so I washed my hands and then he sat me down in a chair close to the pole and put a bar across my legs, it kept me from getting up but it was also able to restrict my movements farther if he so choose. He handed me the glass and it tasted better, sweeter and not as bland.

“Your father will be here soon to speak to you. In the meantime we’re going to go over rules and what is expected of you.”

It did not sound pleasant and it wasn’t. His rules were pretty simple actually, I was to do everything he said when and how he said it. He’d have me recite them back and anytime I missed he’d used a riding crop to pop a section of my body, he didn’t care exactly what part. Little marks covered my arms, legs, and abdomen and even a few to the breast which hurt the most. I was glad when he declared it was lunch time because it gave me a break and the chance for the bathroom again.

He brought another smoothie down when he returned and this one was disgusting but I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t let myself fall apart. He went back over the rules again and I was still determined not to cry out at any hits and I was trying to remember them to minimize the hits. I saw him take the picture of the marks on my thighs with my phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He looked at my phone and smiled. “Letting your husband known your alive, what else?”

Had he? What was he? I hoped and prayed Casey had taken his phone and that whatever he was sending he didn’t get them or see them. Zac would be worried enough without seeing them.

“It’s weird, he’s not actually replied to a single message that I have sent. Of course, there just pictures of you. Although, it does seem odd don’t you think, you admitted he wants to be with Casey, are you sure you’re not just there to make him look good?”

“No. He loves me.” I said.

He leaned down very close and smiled. “Baby if he loved you he wouldn’t want to fuck some guy. He’s not asked me to spare you anything, hasn’t told me to leave you alone or not to hurt you. He hasn’t even acknowledged that he received the messages at all. Maybe he’s realized that this is perfect, you’re kidnapped and taken and he can say he can’t love anyone else because of it and he can secretly fuck around with your little friend Casey.”

“No…Zac loves me. It’s why we got married. I called Casey in and they won’t do anything without me. He loves me.”

“We’ll see.”

He removed me from the chair and put me back in the cage, it was odd and weird to be in here and why he felt this was needed, I didn’t know.

“Your father should be here about 2. He’s very interested in talking to you.”

He turned and walked out of the room leaving me alone to think about whatever it was he wanted to talk to me about. No doubt it was just to follow Adam, that I would be his. They could kiss my ass. His rules wouldn’t mean much when they found me and they were bound to find me soon, someone had to see me leave. Yet, I didn’t understand why she’d done that, why didn’t she scream or run for help? Had she lured me down there? I’d trusted her and yet, here I was. I guess it shows that I can’t even trust close friends anymore. Just Zac, just his family, and Casey.

Casey. I know Zac loves me he wouldn’t...he’d married me after being with Casey, he assured me he liked being with me and he liked the sex with me but could I really deny that he did seem to enjoy being with Casey as well? I hadn’t heard my phone ring and it was lying on the counter, was Adam right?

No! I couldn’t think that way. Zac loved me. He would find me I just had to be strong and wait for them to get to me and then I will in his arms and safe. God I would never argue with him again about being with someone that we both know well. At this point, I’d gladly let him tell me what to do every day of the week.

I had no idea what time it was when Adam came back down but he kneeled in front of the cage and I kept my head down because it was a rule.

“At least you remembered your father just arrived.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“You don’t need the time Emily. I’ll be opening the cage and you are to go directly to the chair and sit down.”

I nodded and when he opened it I crawled out carefully, enough scraped knees had been had from him yanking me out. After straitening up I went to the chair and sat down.

“Can you cover me at all? He’s my father.”

“Yes, so he’s seen you without clothes before Emily. Rule one was no clothes. You’ve not earned clothing and it will be a long time before you do.”

It wasn’t the reason I wanted to be covered, the DNA results had been his which means seeing me nude is the last thing he needed. But Adam didn’t do anything instead he put straps over my arms and legs to keep me there and then left. The next sound was the heavy footsteps and I watched him come into the room. He got the other chair from the back corner and sat it in front of me. I felt my cheeks heat up and mentally made a note to stop trying to embarrass poor Zac so much.

“David.” I said.

“Not Dad or Daddy? We’re back to first names now.”

“What did you expect you held me as he hit me? Maybe it’s better to assume you’re not here as a father figure.”

He just smiled at me. “So, Adam was instructed not to ask you anything about your mother or what your brother’s had told you. What have they told you?”

“You know when they find me there all going to disown you completely.”

“I could care a less Emily. Answer the question.”

I recited the information that I’d been given over the years about how she was sweet, loving, always cared about people and how she loved her children. I even told him about George seeing him hit her when I was born, I was not sure if he’d hit me if I failed to disclose anything I’d been told.

“They are for the most part correct. Your mother has a quality about her that I admired very early on. She was brave, determined, and loyal to friends and she loved her family. She always said she wanted a very large family with lots of children. She was very nice, sweet, and passionate. I do see a lot of Isabella in you. Your eyes are actually like hers, your hair shines like hers and you sometimes act like her.”

I just looked at him, unsure of what to say really. I’d been compared to her a lot over the years by my brothers and I remember a few aunts and uncles saying the same thing when I was little.

He smiled some and I could see his eyes traveling over my body. “Physically you remind me of her too, the same soft shapes and curves. Your measurements are actually very close; of course your hips are slightly wider but not much. I am sure you’ll do well for Adam.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I really was not kidding when you were 16, Emily. You are promised to Adam, you’ve cost us both enough time. He also wants a large family but you’ve delayed his plans for years. But that is ok because if your body is like Isabella’s, it will tolerate pregnancy very well.”

“I’m not having his children.”

“You don’t have a choice in that matter. Enough of that, he can discuss those details with you when he feels like it. Concerning your mother you really do favor her because you seem to be just as much of a whore as she was.”

“She was not a whore!” My voice was higher than normal.

“Oh come on, your details are from your brothers and family, do you really think she let them see the real Isabella? No.”

“It’s not like she differed with some and not with others.”

He leaned forward and smiled. “Your mother was a whore Emily. Before I met her she was with several men and women, she was promiscuous and had no boundaries what so ever. Lesbian affairs were sick and wrong, she should have been heavily punished for that but your grandparents never cared as long as she was happy. Who cared if she was fucking every man she came too? Every woman she came too? The tales she told were far worse than yours, but no less wrong.”

“It was the 70’s David, everyone was doing it. I’ve heard all of the stories, seen the movies and documentaries. Drugs and sex were normal in that time period.”

“Your mother didn’t do drugs. She was uninhibited and when she met me she was well on her way to being some stoner’s bimbo. No, I made an honest woman out of her. It took time of course.”

That kind of startled me. “You…trained her?”

“Yes. She was the second person with a previous girlfriend being the first. Your mother was difficult because her parents provided no limits, she was stubborn. It took a year for her to break, a long grueling year. She didn’t listen to simple commands, back talked all the time, refused to cut ties with previous fuck buddies and it was a mess. But, I persevered and pushed through.”

I sat there a moment. “Mom was 16 when she had George. When did you meet her?”

“She was fourteen when I met her.”

I swallowed hard because I had been 14 when he began to really lay in on me. Had that been why?

“It took some convincing but I watched her closely for a while, she was 14 and a half when I began to train her. George was an accident but it seemed that having him gave her a better sense of purpose, a better sense of responsibility. She was more eager to please and more eager to listen and do as she was told. Having George saved her life because at that point I was ready to get rid of her.”

“You never told George any of this, why not?”

He looked at me totally serious and laughed. “Did you think he’d listen to me? No. George put her on a pedestal and still does. Your mother was what she wanted to be with George and the children. But, I knew her true ways. She was a whore.”

“But you trained her, you just said that.”

“Yes. I did and the training held very steady for a long time, years actually. She sometimes requested odd sexual favors but for the most part those were rejected because being with the same sex is wrong. Your husband is filth because of his dealings with Casey and he does not and will not be with you anymore.”


“You have two gay sons.”

His face hardened and he didn’t respond to that statement instead he only stared at me for the longest time and I got very uncomfortable, it felt like he was staring me down and I was sure the areas his eyes were focused on were not the ones I’d want them to be.

“Your mother use to shave as well, said she didn’t like pubic hair because it got in the way during her monthly cycles. Is that why you shave or is it because your husband makes you?”

“Zachary doesn’t make me do anything.”

“Perhaps that is the problem.”

“No. He loves me for who I am and doesn’t want to change me. What I do with my body is my decision, he doesn’t care if I shave that area or not. I do it because I want too.”

He leaned forward. “You can’t deny there is a sexual reason behind it.”

“He doesn’t care; likewise I don’t force him to do anything with his body he knows he’s free to cut, shave, or trim whatever he wants.”

“Your mother always shaved completely because she said oral sex was better as well. I didn’t quite understand until after the twins were born. Apparently the nanny we hired to assist her with the twins was perfect for her as well. It was a very sad day when I came home early, suspecting something was amidst and found her in bed with the nanny. She claimed the desire was just too strong.”

Go mom! I hadn’t felt anything toward women but if he wasn’t lying she had and that was fine with me, he seemed to suppress who she was as an individual. I didn’t care that she was open about her own sexual desires; after all I was that way with Zac.

“What did you do?” I had no idea why I asked.

“Well, after killing the nanny for being so stupid I punished her of course. She had to learn that it wasn’t ok. Granted I couldn’t break anything because she did have three little ones to care for. So, I settled with just making sure that every movement hurt.”

I could image what they felt like, had an idea because it’s how I’d felt when Zac saved my life a few years ago. He’d beaten her and us, no wonder she never stepped in and stopped it with the older ones. She wasn’t there to protect me.

“The kicker is, she was a whore when I met her and she was a whore when she died and she was not only a whore but a lying bitch as well.”

I knew he’d finish, so I waited silently and he paused and then looked at me.

“I suspected she was being a whore again, but she was readily available to me and never did I suspect any changes. It wasn’t until after Christopher was born that I noticed little things, the way she was smiling and happy all the time, she followed orders quickly and on time which was weird. So I got to looking, turns out she kept a secret diary in our bedroom. So, I read it. The whore that she was couldn’t deny it, she’d been sleeping with another man she never named, said he could fuck her like no one else could but he always wore protection and she was certain the boys were all mine.”

“Of course, we all look like you.”

“I confronted her and again, another severe beating for her indiscretions but apparently she didn’t learn. For three years she was compliant and I monitored everything she did. Then she told me she was pregnant with you, only she told me you were another boy. Your mother knew I would not tolerate female children.”

“Why? Is it your fetish that drives you to not want daughters? Is it because your fetish of finding little girls sexually arousing is just too much for you?”

The slap caused stars behind my eyes and god it hurt like hell, my entire right side hurt and I actually spit out some blood.

“Do not ever say that to me again.”

I swallowed and sat there quietly, clearly that was a line he didn’t like to be crossed but he’d not hit me that way in a while and it still shocked me. Reminded me of the same one I’d received when I was 16.

The room remained quiet for a long time as he sat there and stared at me, he was expecting something and it finally dawned on me what.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

He finally nodded. “She told me about the pregnancy, showed me false sonograms and even discussed male names, knowing you were a girl. It was the 8^th month that I found the new diary, hidden much better than the first one and there written in her words was the sordid truth. I give her credit, she had it planned very well. She was going to deliver you without me in the room and have some nice man take you to be raised as his own. She would then tell me our son was born dead and we’d bury a urn of ashes that was nothing more than burnt wood.”

“Why would she do that? Did she not want a daughter?” I asked.

“She wanted a daughter, but she knew from the start we were having none. No, it wasn’t because she didn’t want you; she didn’t want you to come home to be sitting where you are right now. She wanted you to be free so you could be the whore you became. I regret not listening to Adam, I could have done so much more and you would have been a proper lady. Not the whore you became.”

“But you knew…”

“Yes, so when she went into labor I made damn sure to be in the room, she could not deny that you were a little girl and she could not tell me you died because I heard the doctors say you were perfect and healthy and I heard you crying.”

I got a cold chill down my spine and George’s story surfaced. “You killed her because she had me?”

“I would love to lay that guilt on you but no. I never wanted you, I never wanted a daughter but the fact was you were mine and I wouldn’t abandon you. As a fruit of my loins, you were to be taken care of properly.  I killed her because she lied to me, because she’d been fucking around again with other man.”

He gave me several moments for that truth to sink in before he leaned in very close to me, I could smell the cologne he loved to use, one I use to like myself.

“I killed her Emily because she wasn’t sure if you were my daughter or someone else’s. I did not question your paternity because you do look like me and your brothers.”

“What did you do?”

“A gut punch was enough, she was already experiencing problems so a good hard hit done it. I wasn’t expecting her to die of that truly, I was just trying to make her suffer. Natural causes meant I didn’t have to find a way to explain away a death.”

“You really were…but you…she was you’re…”

Thoughts ceased to exist for the moment; he’d killed her for real. Even if the punch had not killed her, he was planning to murder her anyway.

“She was a fucking whore like you. That is what she is and that is what she always was. She cheated on me with many men and women, she confessed as she lay dying that she wasn’t even sure if any of my children were mine. I refuse t0 believe that however because she knew better and she would not have been that stupid.”

“She wasn’t a whore! You hit her and you beat her! That’s not how you treat women! You’re just a bastard just like Adam! All you fucking care about is making someone do your bidding because you can’t fucking do it yourself!” I yelled.

Instant regret when he grabbed my throat. “It is stupid fucking decisions like this that make you so much fun to break. I think you need some time in your little cage to think about what you’ve said.” He snarled.

The straps were off quickly and he grabbed a hand full of my arm and dragged me across the room. He guided my head down and I had to quickly back up, the edged of the door caught my thighs and the concrete scrapped painfully across my legs, knees, and arms. He moved his hand to my jaw and got a cloth rag from his pocket. I was confused at first but he forced my mouth open and used the cloth to wipe the inside of my mouth. He was getting a DNA sample.

“We will see if your mother was indeed a whore. I refuse to believe that any child of mine could be such a sexual deviant. Allowing two men to fuck you at the same time and place? Watching your husband as he fucks some guy and your brothers willingly fucking men, no I am betting the whore was right and that not all of you are mine.”

He moved the cloth and directed my face to his. “You better pray that your mother was right and that you are indeed my daughter because Emily that is the only thing that has stopped me from doing all the lovely things I wanted to do to you.”

He moved his hand, slammed the cage door and bolted it and then walked to the light and turned it off. He then left the basement and left me in the cage, shaking and terrified. It couldn’t be true, I looked like my brothers and we all looked like him. But, what exactly had he wanted to do to me? The thoughts made me ill and I focused on Zac to get rid of them.

Adam was alone when he returned sometime later but he carried with him a grey shake in his hand, which he sat on the counter and then kneeled in front of the cage. I kept my head down staring at the floor.

“I guess your brother’s were right, you are like your mother in more ways than one.”

He undid the padlock and opened the cage. “Your father instructed me not to let you out the rest of the night, however again I don’t like messes and you need to eat.”

I didn’t argue, took care of business and he indicated the cage so I went back, carefully backing in. I just needed to bind my time until they found me that was all. I could minimize the pain by doing what they asked. He sat the drink down and it tasted horrible but I finished it anyway. He removed the cup but sat down and when I looked up I saw my phone.

“No message from him still. It’s like he doesn’t care about you. I mean, he knows he can text your phone. He knows I’ll get the message. Yet, he’s not asking me not to hurt you, not to do these things. Let’s send another message shall we?”

He actually took another picture and sent it, showing me exactly what he put. All caged up for the night.

He then sat back and I wondered why at first but then I realized he was waiting for a reply, letting me know that he didn’t. But, why should he? Zac knew Adam enough that telling him not too wouldn’t stop him and antagonizing him would make it worse on me.

“Seems he’s content with Casey now Emily. I guess he didn’t love you like you thought he did. I guess your feelings were right when you said you felt insecure about allowing him to have sex with Casey. Tell me Emily, does anyone else know?”

“No.”

He leaned his head back and giggled. “I’ll leave the lights on, despite your father’s orders, if you tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?”

“The video from your phone, the one the two of you insisted wasn’t you two. Was it Casey and Zac?”

I lowered my head some. “No.”

“So, it was you and Zac? Well, Emily dear I am sure your ass is not visible in the video.”

I could feel the shaking start, he’d never asked about that and he didn’t question if I’d ever done that to Zac before.

“Emily. If you want the light on then you will tell me.”

“It is Zac and I but it’s not me over the desk. I’m the one standing.”

He was quite. “So, your husband doesn’t care who fucks him as long as it happens? Interesting. I don’t guess he’ll have to hide that now. He can be with Casey and you’ll just be here with me.”

“He loves me.”

“Then where is he? He knows my name Emily, he knows who has you. Yet, no one has come to my doorstep.”

He got up and got the cup and went to the steps and before he went up-stairs he turned the lights off.

“Adam, you said you’d leave them on!” I whined.

“I lied.” He then went upstairs and the door shut, closing all light in the cold basement.

I was left with my own thoughts, it couldn’t be true. Zac loved me and he would do anything to find me, anything to protect me. He would not be like my mother who left, he would not be like my father who hurt me.

Could it be true? Could David not be my father and if he wasn’t, what exactly was he talking about when he said he hadn’t done the things he wanted to do? What would he do?

I didn’t sleep much between the thoughts, the coldness, and the cramping I couldn’t. Thoughts of Zac didn’t work and little sounds kept startling me. There was no telling what was down here with me. I could only sit cramped in the cage and wonder what everyone else was doing…