THE LOVE PRISONER

She knew many ugly things had happened these past few days. The more her thoug

g without a mother. It wasn't only frustrating for Cassey, who would be turning four

elf, and recover fast was for her parents to reunite. The more he thought about this, the more he knew Cassey’s fath

r Lyons to perform a medical miracle on Cassey and to make matters worse for Cassey, her mother, Karen Hend

aren gladly consented to, and now their separation had not onl

; she had been sitting alone on the sofa for roughly three hours

thin her. The more she knew she was failing. She hissed angrily and sat on her bed wi

isting, that

an take that will bring

ne that can cure my

no idea,” Cassey w

looked away from the drugs.

rembling but manage

ug side eff

or a few seconds, but she never let it linger. She quickly trashed it and then blocked oth

would subsequently break her down. As they cam

the little garden, Dovett Peterson, their housemaid, had been tendering after Karen left home

om the garden would want to make you ask why Karen abandoned it. It perfumed t

she ab

did

back for it and—and

ing raised by her father alone was knifing through her stomach and cutting her up from the inside with pains too much to bear. Her scream came

ock above her bedhead. It was a few minutes past 4 pm, and she knew Dovett would be busy with din

t’s tiny voice downstairs,

is my

dn’t even come

f Doctor Lyons coming a

t her

on her reading table always

ht of going to look for her father crawled into her already congest

hought of her father made her sick. She struggled against this

corridor, she thought again as though assuring herself once more. She wondered why she does t

fears crept into her. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her

the moment her lips shivered. She

thought she h

it comi

breath for a while and then forced herself forward. When the sound came the third time, sh

s wit

her hips. Her lips shivered for a while, and by the time the sound came aga

h him, and making t

, the more she felt the floor grab her feet to a spot. T

ough her lungs, and for a while, she

father—father are you in there?” she didn’t get a reply, but the moaning sound that had gained an in

p through the little

an right behind her. She could make out the shape of her protruded nipples

f Dovett Peterson gave her a hell of a scare. “What a hell are you doing behind that door—eave

sound. She stood motionless for seconds before she encouraged herself to speak but started stammering, “I—I came t—to s

ur father is busy right now, let’s

y what was going on behind that closed door, but how the hell d

ve wild when the moan

h of Henderson's long dick. She rubbed her right-hand fingers near her sex organ

e is fine and perhaps calming his nerves after

s like a stranger to me and—” Cassey never stopped insi

what Cassey thought she saw a few seconds ago, she can’t let go. She kept on imagining. “Are you sure my father was alri

t weird! Cut the crab Cassey, and have your dinner—sit. And like I said before,

ale crying and naked,” Cassey's face ashen. “I don't

am already stressed out cooking dinner. I would appreciate it if you would allow me to save some strength by not talking any further—just eat, and go upstairs to

shocked Cassey had not touched her meal. She glared at her for

look. “I thought, you were almost done eating,

e does she w

satisfy their passion at her tender age. She looked

s not here but over there—I cannot eat alone. I want to go upstairs, to my bedroom, and be alone—”

t wanting to enjoy looking throu

eed her eyes or en

droom since you do not want to eat here

estart their earlier conversation about what is going on upstairs in Henderson’s bedroom. “If that is what you want

me Cassey had grown, and if Henderson was not careful with his sexual

e intruder. She licked her lips and touched her hips with both hands as she hurried into the kitche

ill be me next. I will be