families around here, they’re broke as hell.”
Samara, huh? Nice. “So he doesn’t like her to go out at all?”
“Nope.” She shook her head. “Rumor has it he’s planning on
either arranging a marriage or selling her. Don’t know which.”
Dane thought about it. “Oh, I know that look. You’re very
interested. Why?”
“Thanks, girl.” He slid the napkin toward her. “Have him invest
in that tonight at midnight.” He pushed away from the counter and
got two steps away before she called him back.
“What have you got planned? No one gets near her, Dane.
Her father is a nasty bastard and there is no way in hell someone
like you is going to get any closer to her than what you have just
now.”
Dane couldn’t resist smiling over his shoulder at her, “Watch
me.”
“Oh, this, I definitely have to see,” Tracy smiled back.
* * * *
“I told you not to leave the house!” The backhand that landed
on the side of her cheek sent Samara Tabor crashing to the floor.
“And where the fuck did this food come from? I didn’t give you any
money for it.”
She tasted blood inside her mouth, and tears formed behind
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her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound. Casting a quick glance
towards the bedroom, she saw Makayla watching, crying softly.
“Get up, you worthless bitch!” Ryland Tabor grabbed Samara
by the hair, jerking her back to her feet. With his free hand, he
took hold of her jaw roughly, turning her face. “You better not
bruise. He doesn’t want to see marks anywhere on your sorry,
ass!” With a shove, she went stumbling backwards. “Where are
the pictures?”
Samara rubbed the side of her face with the back of her hand.
“I didn’t take them.”
The rage she saw in her father’s eyes had her taking another
step back. “What?!” he yelled.
“I’m not going to take those pictures. You can beat me all you
want, but I’m not going to do those. It’s disgusting!”
“You’ll do as you’re told.” He stormed up to her, grabbing hold
of her throat, cutting off some of her air supply, “Or so help me
God…” He didn’t finish his statement, only dragged her to the
closet.
He tossed her inside violently, and then he slammed the door
and locked it. Samara got up on her knees, peeked through the
keyhole, and tried to listen to see what her father was going to do
next.
The crying that came from Makayla had her screaming and
banging on the door to be set free. She could hear the strap
landing on her sister, all because she refused to take more of
those damn photos, now she was locked in the fucking closet
powerless to stop any of it. It was the first time he ever beat
Makayla and he did it because she’d refused to take nude photos
of herself, touching her body for him to sell.
It was bad enough that she had dressed up as a whore for
someone who came once a month to see her. He kept himself in
the shadows of the room, the only light shined on her in the
skimpy, see-through outfits that her father made her wear for the
perverted silhouette that paid only to watch. The whole incident
had her cringing, just thinking about it.
At first, it all started out somewhat simple. She was to dress
and take pictures in different poses in the nighties and teddies that
this unseen sick fuck had sent. After a couple months, it
progressed to her dressing up and standing in the same room to
be viewed, like a cow at auction, by the bastard. Last month, he
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blindfolded her and touched her body. Now, he wanted nude
shots of her playing with herself. Samara was sickened by the fact
that her father felt this was a justifiable means of making money
and paying debts. She also felt degraded and frustrated at the
unknown shadow of a man that felt it necessary to view her and
supposedly get off on it, knowing she was performing against her
The screaming stopped, footsteps passed the locked door,
and the front door slammed shut. Samara couldn’t breathe out a
sigh of relief yet, because she didn’t know what kind of condition
her sister was in.
Time seemed to stop, at least for her in the closet. Maybe an
hour or two went by before she heard him come back. Again, the
front door slammed shut, and with it the lock on her door turned.
Light came in, blinding her. Ryland once more grabbed her by her
hair, pulling her out. He shoved her into the kitchen where she
landed on the floor.
“I want supper. Get to cooking, you piece of shit,” he ordered.
Samara only nodded, got to her feet, and began cooking the
food she had picked up earlier. She made a beef stew, rich with
vegetables, potatoes, and meat. She warmed up leftover bread
and set it all out on the table for him. Whatever was left, she and
her sister shared, which was usually not much unless she could
make extra without him knowing about it.
He ate like a pig, slopping and eating just about everything he
could stuff in his face. He made it very apparent he didn’t want
them to eat much.
The second he was finished, she went to work at clearing the
table and cleaning up. Thankfully, this time, there was enough
stew left for both of them to eat and go to bed with their hungers
somewhat fulfilled.
Like always, after Ryland finished eating, he grabbed the
whiskey bottle. He went back to his room, which he kept locked
because that was where the television was kept, along with
anything else he didn’t want to share with his daughters. Only
upon hearing that door close and the lock slipped, did she put the
left-over stew in two bowls, grab the first aid kit, and rush to
Makayla.
Her baby sister was face down on the bed, the back of her
shirt ripped in strips from the beating. She didn’t move or make a
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sound. Samara put the bowls down on the floor and touched the
back of Malaya’s head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he would hurt you for this,” she
whispered.
Makayla turned her head to face Samara. “Don’t be sorry. You
shouldn’t have to take pictures like that.”
Samara smiled, leaned in, and kissed Makayla on the cheek.
“Let me get you cleaned up, and then we both need to eat
something.”
Makayla didn’t make a sound as Samara cleaned and put
ointment on every open wound. Her body was covered in purple
bruises, which she knew must hurt like hell. She wished she could
take her pain away. They ate, and then Samara cleaned up,
making extra sure there wasn’t a mess anywhere in the house.
Sleep didn’t happen for her that evening. This time, she was
worried about what was going to happen to her and Makayla and
what this mystery guy wanted from her. There were girls going
missing and her father was pretty much keeping her under house
arrest, not because he cared for her safety, but because she was
his source of income. Her life was fucked! There was no way out;
at least none that she could see now. If she left, then all that rage
and anger would fall on Makayla, and she wasn’t strong enough to
handle the abuse.
Around five in the morning she went to work in the kitchen.
She had three loafs of bread made and a large plate of food
waiting for her father by the time he came out of the bedroom.
As always, he looked grumpy, like he would snap any second.
Makayla also came out with her books for school. While Ryland
ate, Samara slipped a thick sandwich to Makayla and some toast
for breakfast, and then hurried her out the front door. She went
back to their room, made up the bed they shared, and picked up
all the clothes, taking them to the laundry. Ryland wanted his
house immaculate at all times.
When she came back from starting the laundry, it was time to
clean the kitchen back up. Not one word was said between them.
And like always, she kept herself busy by doing the same thing
over and over again. She dusted, vacuumed, cleaned windows,
stopped to fix him lunch, and then started something for dinner.
When Makayla came home, it was time to help with homework,
serve dinner, and pray that he didn’t start up again with the
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pictures or the beatings.
After dinner, he left the house and Samara gave a big sigh of
relief. By nine, everything was as clean as she could get it so she
headed to bed with the hopes that tomorrow would be a better
day.
* * * *
“You can’t expect her to pose like that, Ryland. I really didn’t.”
As usual, the man who paid Ryland Tabor a lot of money to
see his oldest daughter, sat in a dark corner, drinking. And like
usual, the man gave Ryland the creeps.
“But you said—”
“I know what I said,” he cut Ryland off. “And I had my reasons
for it. A good girl doesn’t pose like that, and I really needed to
know if she was a good girl or not.”
Relief flooded Ryland.
“I have very special plans for Samara. And as long as you
keep her safe and well protected, then you’ll benefit from those
plans and so will your other daughter. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good. Now go home and protect your daughter, Samara, real
well. I would hate for her virginal status to be questioned or lost. It
means a great deal to me to have it intact for our special meeting.”
Again, Ryland got the chills. This man scared the hell out of
him, but he was also paying a lot of money to get whatever it was
he wanted out of Samara. So as long as he was paying, Ryland
would give him anything he wanted, even his own flesh and blood.
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Chapter Three
“Samara Tabor, huh? I’m not familiar with that name.” Devon
shook his head, slumping back in the chair at the table.
Kera cleaned off the table after dinner and was in the kitchen
grabbing two beers and a soda from the fridge. She handed the
beers off to Dane and Devon before sitting down to join them.
“I’ve heard of the name,” she said. When Dane looked at her,
she only shrugged her shoulders. “I mean the name Tabor. My
father used to drink with the guy all the time. Think he had a
business or something. Lost a lot of money and never got over it.
His wife left him for it.”
“Why you so interested?” Devon asked.
Dane bit the inside of his mouth, thinking hard about how
much to tell. Hell, half of that answer he didn’t even know himself.
Why was he so interested? Good question.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know, I just am.”
“Uh-huh,” Devon tipped his beer up to his lips, his eyes fixed
on Dane. It made him very uncomfortable.
“You know, I didn’t know the man had two daughters,” Kera
added. “Only knew of one. Makayla I think the name was.”
“Yeah, I heard he keeps Samara pretty much locked up,”
Dane said.
“You want her.” It was a statement that Dane didn’t want
Devon to make. “I can see it in those baby blues of yours.”
“What if I do?” Dane met him in the eye.
“Okay, please tell me you’re not going to have her dragged up
to the damn Compound?” Kera said loathingly.
“Oh he is,” Devon answered. “It’s in those eyes of his.”
Kera leaned over the table and slapped Dane on the arm.
“How could you even think about doing something so stupid?”
“I have to say, man, I never thought I’d see the day when
you’d want to go up there for a woman.” Devon took a drink from
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his beer, shaking his head. “You do know what happens, right? I
mean the outcome of it all.”
“Yes. I know what happens,” Dane remarked through his
teeth. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Again, Kera slapped
him, and this time Dane stood up, slamming his beer bottle on the
table. “Look, I don’t like the circumstance any more than you do,
Kera, but it’s the only way.”
“Bullshit!” she snapped.
“Her father keeps her locked up. What else am I supposed to
do?”
“He has a point, Kera,” Devon added. “If the father is adamant
about keeping her under his thumb, the only way Dane can get to
her is by having the Compound apprehend her.”
“That’s a crock of shit and you both know it!” she yelled. “What
the hell happens if the two of you don’t match up? You two
dipshits ever think of that?” They just looked at each other, which
seemed to bring Kera’s temper to a boil. “Thought so. Well, let me
tell you. She’ll stay in that hell-hole for good, either becoming a
whore or a slave. So I guess you just fucked her life up either
way.”
“Kera,” Devon groaned her name when she stormed out of the
room.
“Didn’t mean to get you into trouble,” Dane said.
“Kera is very touchy when it comes to the Compound. Think
she’s still pissed over her father selling her to it.”
“You can’t blame her there.”
“Nope,” Devon shook his head. “So what’s the big plan then?”
“Not sure,” Dane sighed, sitting back down. “A fall celebration
is coming up, and not too many attend that. I was thinking I could
have her summoned for that.”
“You really think she’s the one?”
Dane thought hard about it. From the first moment he saw
her, all he could think about was her. He wanted to touch her, kiss
her, feel her body wrapped around his own. It was strange in
a
way, but he was quickly starting to understand how Devon felt the
first time he saw Kera.
“Yeah, she’s the one.”
“Then you better move fast,” Devon groaned, standing up.
“Fall party is going on right now.”
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“Please don’t send me away!” Makayla cried and pleaded with
Ryland as her things were being packed up.
Samara stood off to the side, watching. There wasn’t a damn
thing she could say or do and it was killing her. Ryland shipping
Makayla off to a boarding school was mind blowing. First off, she
didn’t know where the hell he got the money for it, since they
seemed to struggle each night for food. And second, there was
always a reason for his every action. Right now, she didn’t
understand either of them.
The people from the boarding school came and began
packing her up. Not a word was said, except for the school
affiliates introducing themselves and revealing their reason for
being there. It shocked both Samara and Makayla.
Samara knew better than to question her father. If she did, it
would be another slap, or lock up in the closet, and she wanted to
stay on his “good” side. She didn’t need him to suspect a thing, or
the cage he had her in now would only get smaller.
Makayla ran over to Samara, hugging her tightly. “Please
don’t let him send me away. I’ll never get to see you again.”
Samara closed her eyes, hugging her sister back, “Yes, you
will. I’ll write to you as soon as you’re settled.” She got close to
her ear, whispering low enough for only Makayla to hear, “This is
the best thing that could happen. Now, he can’t hurt or touch you.”
“But I don’t want to leave you.”
Samara took hold of her face, moving her head to look up at
her. “You’ll never lose me. I’ll always be there for you.”
“It’s time to go,” one of the women from the school said.
Samara hugged Makayla once more, tightly, kissed the top of
her head, and let her go. She held back the tears while watching
her sister leave with the women. She hated to see her go, but
knew deep down it was best. Whatever plans Ryland had for her,
Makayla didn’t need to be here to see it.