“Hello, little girl,” the man smiled, a wide mouthed smile that looked like it might swallow her up like the wolf and Red Riding Hood, “I’m your new Papa.” He turned to her guards. “Bring her in.”
The men nodded, shoving Abbey in through the door, slamming it closed behind her, leaving her alone with the towering bulk of a beast in front of her. “This way,” the man said, taking her by the hand, his enormous fingers swallowing up hers, leading her through the house.
Abbey followed him, certain that if she tried to yank her hand free, he would tear her arm out of its socket without breaking into a sweat. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“To the nursery,” he replied, pushing open a door and stepping inside.
Abbey couldn’t take anymore. She had been tired when awoken, terrified by the insanity of the village trial, beaten by her guards and dragged in her dressing gown through the cold of the morning to this dark house and the sight of the nursery tipped her over the edge. The sight of a cot next to a changing mat, a pile of nappies besides a tray of dummies, all of it surrounded by light pink walls and murals of smiling dolls, it was too much. She burst into tears, sobbing her heart out as the man let go of her hand and turned to look at her, frowning as he did so. “That’s good,” he grinned. “Get that out of the way now and then we’ll carry on.”
“You monster,” she replied, glaring up at him through a fog of tears, hardly able to breathe.
“Because crocodile tears have no effect on me? Because I think misbehaviour warrants punishment? There are many monsters you will meet in life if that is the case.”
He took a step towards her and Abbey tried to run. She had barely leaned towards the door before he grabbed hold of her, bringing her close enough to his face for her to see the dark glint in his eyes, the sharpness of his teeth as his grin grew wider, the longer she looked, the less there seemed any humour in that grin, just power, cold, dark, power.
“I am your Papa until I see fit to release you. I don’t care about your past actions. I care only about your future. Now take a look around you. This room will be your home for the next twenty-four hours. Behave and you’ll gain access to the playroom.”
“This nursery? You are going to keep me in here?” Abbey cursed herself for the weakness of her voice but with his hand digging into her arm and his eyes boring into hers, she was more scared than she’d ever been in her life. He could do anything to her and she would be unable to do a thing about it. “You’re kidnapping me?”
“Don’t be so melodramatic. You are being punished for your crimes. Mark my words, if you behave, you will leave the nursery quickly. If you do not, you will be here for some considerable time. It makes no difference to me.”
“I’m leaving.” She tried to free herself from his grip but he leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath on her.
“You are going to do what you’re told, starting right now.”
“Or what?” Abbey regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth but something about that grin made her want to defy him, anything to stop him smiling.
“Or things like this will happen.”
Abbey was about to ask what he meant when he suddenly pulled her towards him, grabbing her round the waist and pressing her against him.
“Don’t,” she began and he just laughed. “Not again, please.”
“Don’t what? Don’t fuck you? There’s no need to worry about that. You don’t need fucking, despite your feeble attempts to seduce me. What you need is disciplining.”
“Disciplining?”
“Like this,” he replied, twisting her over his leg as he sank back into the chair behind him. Abbey fell over his legs, her hands brushing the floor, her head by his shins, only his hand stopping her from slipping forwards and off him.
“What are you doing?” she managed to ask as he grabbed her dressing gown and pulled it upwards. She felt his eyes on her legs as she kicked out and tried to free herself. Underneath the gown, she wore grey silken shorts and vest, the only night attire she’d been able to find in the pile of cases and boxes dumped in the house. Somewhere, her clothes were buried but she had not had time to find them before the villagers had come to drag her out of her new home.
He wrenched the shorts down to her thighs, exposing her rear to his gaze as she fought to free herself. “Let me go.”
“Feel free to cry again,” he replied, his hand slapping down on her rear. “If it makes you feel any better, you can scream too. That’s it, just like that.”