The remainder of the day Casey spent in her room, the immense
bathroom off her bedroom bellowed steam across the carpet, from
the fourth shower of the day. Casey lay on her bed crying until
all her tears were gone. What will she do. She was living with a
monster she tbought. Just as the options were being weighed the
door burst open and Mother stood in the doorway looking like she
just stepped out of the pages of Vogue. Casey sat up and greeted
"Hello Mother.. Umm how was your day?"
" Don't Hello me young lady" Jane spit. "How are you so
stupid and selfish!"
"What are you talking about?" Casey was confused, she was
assaulted today and now getting chewed out by the mother she was
"You know very well what I am talking about! Blake told me
Casey s blood turned cold, be told her what he did to me and she
is mad at me?Casey thought. The little grip Casey had was
" Everything he has done for us and you treat him like
that?All he wanted to do is talk and you told him we were better
off without him! Are you MAD!! Do you just love to see me
suffer?" Jane ranted "Blake suggested I start seeing Dr.
MacDonald and you know what, I am going to. I just don't know how
else i am going to be able to cope with you. I raised you to
behave and act like a lady. You are becoming a disappointment to
me. Just do whats expected of you and we will both reap the
rewards.. Is that understood" . Jane stopped for a breath, "
Promise me Casey" She demanded
" ok " Casey whispered, feeling like her whole world just
came to rest in the pit of her stomach
"Well I should hope so" Mother huffed, spinning on her new
pump and slamming the door behind her.
The following days drifted by like everything was normal ,
Casey wanted to believe it never happened. Sitting in the garden
reading was how she spent her days, staying away from Blake was
easy to do because he didn't seem to go out of his way to see
her. Casey even started to believe it could be a bad dream, and
life would be good if that day never happened. Casey had thought
a lot about telling someone what Blake did to her , but as time
passed and Casey met the most powerful men and women for
fourhundred miles, come to the house and grovel to Blake. The
threats he had promised become written in stone. He was a
puppeteer, and had his finger on everyone who held anykind of
power who could help. Judges, lawyers, Police Captains,
politicians, and even the Governor and his mistress came to speak
to Blake in his office. Casey knew his office was in the house,
just off the den, but had never been in it. When the seven foot
double doors shut, you could hear it across the downstairs. Bang.
If he was not happy to see his guest then the doors sounded like
a shotgun blast when he slammed them shut. Casey hoped she never
had to enter that office. Lives were made or broken in there. A
shiver ran down Caseys spine. She had seen dangerous people
before, In the trailor park there were dealers full of tattoos
leering at her as she walked by, there was man who returned from
jail after serving time for beating his wife to death, however,
none of them were as frightening or dangerous then the man who
her mother married. Casey was sure he could make people disappear
and no one would ask questions. Casey was stuck where she was and
would have to do exactly as he wanted she thought. Tears
threatened again but Casey blinked them back. I am sixteen, in
two years I will go to college, and be free of this prison. Can I
avoid him for two years?Casey pondered I hope so.
Dinner was the same as every other night. Casey was silent
and kept her head down through the meal as not to have to look at
her attacker. Mother prattled on about the club and this person
and that person. Casey could hear Blakes deep voice respond to
her questions and inquire how so and so was faring. Jane was
chatty more than useal, mostly in part to the pills Dr. MacDonald
put her on for a condition he said was due to the trauma she
suppered with the death of her first husband. Her eyes were
glassy and as the day wore on, her speak becomes slower. She was
retiring to her room as early as eight in the evening everynight.
Tonight was no different, Jane left her dinner mostly uneaten and
left the table to make her way to bed. As Mother rose to leave,
so did Casey, not wanting to be alone with Blake.
"Sit" Blake commanded as Jane left the room, Casey wasn't
fast enough with her exit. She returned to her seat and put her
head down again.
"Casey," Blake began " Tonight I would like to get to know
you even better. There is some cloths waiting for you on your
bed, go upstairs and shower, put them on and come down to the
Casey bit her lip and looked at Blake. He sat back and stared
back at her, a smile spread across his handsome face. Casey
wanted to spit in that face.
"Do it now girl and do it fast, fuck around and things will
only be worse for you" Blake said.
Casey nodded and rose from the table. Her mind running trying to
find a way to escape. All the doors and windows were locked and
alarmed. Mother was in a deep drug induced sleep and was no help
even if she was lucid. By the time Casey entered her room she was
shaking and her breath was comming out in little gasps. She had
no choice, no power over her own body. H e will take what he
wants and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Maybe if
she just did everything he asked it will be over soon and she
could go back to her books and the lovely garden.
On the bed was a white slip and Caseys tummy flipped. She
walked past it to the bathroom and undressed and showered
quickly. Returning to her bedroom she looked down at the nightie.
Swallowing the bile that threatened to rise she slipped it over
her head and walked bare footed down the staircase and into the
Blake was standing along side the fireplace with a crystal
glass in his hand, swirling the amber liquid inside. He looked
relaxed and he smiled as she entered.
"Ah there you are, you look good enough to eat" Casey stared
at the floor and covered herself the best she could with her
hands as the fabric barely overed her crotch and chest.
"You modesty is sweet my dear," Blake said, "Follow me into
my office, there is something I would like to show you."
Panic pulsed through Casey and the flight response urging her to
flee, Casey couldn't seem to make her feet move. Blake crossed
the room in long strides and grabbed her by the back of her hair,
dragging her along with him through the doors. Once inside he
continued across the room to a bookshelf that ran across the back
wall behind the huge desk. Reaching out with his free hand tipped
a book and the section of shelves clicked and swung inward. Blake
dragged Casey though the portal and into another room. It was
white and in the middle was a double bed. There were handcuffs
hanging from each corner of the bed. There was even a large
wooden stock in one corner. Layed out on what looked like a work
bench was various leather whips, sex toys and other things Casey
didn't recognize. Her eyes widen and she succumbed to the fear
and started to kick and swing . A blow landed on Blakes chest to
"Now i will show you now bad it can be you little bitch" he
growled as he threw her to the floor.