Andrea pulled her up out of the water and lifted her from the tub. The towel that was wrapped around her ended up being three times her size. Andrea gently dried her off, making sure to be gentle around her wounds. And soon carted her off out of the bathroom.
They were in a large house. Well decorated and no hint of warmth. It all seemed like a movie set, after the actors are gone, and after the cameras shut off. Cold and uninhabited. Andrea cradled her as they turned down a hallway. behind a door, she heard muffled screams. Muffled laughter following those screams. And the closer they got to that door, the more she clung to Andrea, fearing what would happen.
Andrea opened the door and walked in. The screams were three times as loud. There were women in multiple torture contraptions. Some being whipped with thin chains. Some having needles shoved into thier breasts. Some just being raped over and over by several men in several orfices. She closed her eyes, trying not to see it.
As Andrea carried her into the back of this hell, she heard a woman's voice whispering over and over again.
"Thank You, Thank You, Sir..."
She looked to see a brutalized woman being lead off, looking at her Father and thanking Him for the beating He'd just given her. She just wanted to die.
"She doesn't look relaxed, Andrea."
"Would You be if You were only eight years old and thrown into a place like this? She's relaxed with Me. Let Me put her into the stocks. I'll get her calmed down."
He regarded Her for a moment and nodded.
"Fine. I'm going to go help with the girls in the other rooms. I want her relaxed when I get back. If not, You'll be in the stocks, understood?"
She nodded and they both watched Him go.
Okay... enough for now....gotta go do other stuff.