The Little one POV (she hasn't been officially given a name).

The man that I now knew was my Uncle, picked up my cage and started walking off. However, Jerome wasn't about to give up that easily he picked up a rock and hurled it at our Uncle, hitting him directly in the back of the head. As he fell forward he dropped my cage and it rolled a few feet away from his body.

"You idiot! You could have killed her. What were you thinking?" Jeremiah said angrily as he rushed over to where my cage now lay. He opened the cage and motioned for me to come out. "Come on out little one, we won't hurt you."

I cocked my head at him trying to decide what to do. "Don't listen to them. This is where you are safe. Besides you don't want our Uncle mad at us. Who knows what kinds of punishments he might have in store for us." The strange voice said.

"Come on little one, nows your chance to escape."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Just trust me ok? We are only trying to help you. I promise We won't hurt you. Please come out."

I shook my head no and wrapped myself up into a ball and began to tremble. Jeremiah looked at Jerome and groaned.  "Now what?"

Jerome shrugged in reply. "Fine. If she won't leave the cage, then we'll just have to carry her in it." Jeremiah replied frustratedly.

As he approached I shrunk further into the cage. "This is for your own good kid." Jeremiah replied picking up my cage. "Now be quite. We don't want our Uncle to notice your gone."

"So now what are we going to do?" Jerome asked.

"I suggest we bring her to Quinn's mother and explain the situation, she will know what to do." Jeremiah replied.

"I thought we decided that was a bad idea..." Jerome said with a frown.

Unfortunately, for the boys our Uncle had awoken and grabbed both boys by their necks. "Going somewhere boys?" He asked with an evil chuckle. With that, he dragged the two boys to the far end of the circus.

"Jeremiah, considering that Lila would skin me alive were she to learn I had laid a hand on you, You won't share in your brother's punishment."

"However, perhaps watching what will happen to your brother will serve as a deterrence when it comes to the subject of stealing from people." He said as stripped Jerome of his shirt and tied him to a nearby post.

"As for you, I guess you forgot what happened the last time you stole from me. Perhaps this will serve as a reminder." Jeremiah smiles as our Uncle chuckles evilly. "This is a long time coming boy." He said as he unfurled the whip used in the Lion taming portion of the show.

"Nu." I whimpered.

"Hush little one, this doesn't concern you. Unless you want to share in his punishment?" Our Uncle said sternly and I whimpered shrinking back from him and further into the cage. Our Uncle chuckled. "I didn't think so. Besides, He deserves this. Isn't that right Jeremiah?"

"Yeah, I guess he does." Jeremiah replies with a slight shrug. Jerome glared angrily at Jeremiah. "What? What did you expect me to say?"

Jerome doesn't reply. Instead he grits his teeth as Uncle Zachary began his quote on quote punishment. He continued his assault on Jerome's back until it was raw and bleeding. Yet, Jerome didn't cry out, which I could tell was angering our Uncle. Then turning to the cage Uncle Zachary opened it. "Come here little one."

"You'd better do as he says. You don't want to make him angry." The voice in my head whispered. Immediately, I crawled out of the cage and over to where he stood. I looked up at him trembling in fear. He picked me up in his arms and turned me to face Jerome.

"This is what happens to those who try to steal from me. You belong to me little one. If you ever try to run away from me, I won't hesitate to punish you as I have this good for nothing Little brat do you understand?"

I nod replying only with a slight whimper. "Good. Now Don't move." He's said placing me down on the ground he walked over to Jerome and cut the rope that bound him. "I suggest you boys keep this to yourselves. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your baby sister now would you?"

"You wouldn't." Jerome replied through gritted teeth.

"Try me." Uncle Zachary replied.

"We won't say anything." Jeremiah replied and our Uncle smiled.

"I always knew that you were the smart one of the two. Your mother was right, you really are a good boy Jeremiah. I know you will keep your word and if you don't, well, let's just say that you won't like the consequences."

"As for you boy, you had better keep your mouth shut or what I did to you just now will seem like child's play." He said with a cruel chuckle as he pointed a finger at Jerome. "Come now little one it's time we were headed home."

"Wait, what are your intentions for our baby sister?" Jerome demanded.

"First of all, that really is none of your concern. Secondly, She's no longer your baby sister...."

"She will always be our little sister. Nothing you do will ever change that. I swear to you, if you harm a hair on her head, I will kill you." Jerome hissed at him interrupting him mid sentence.

At this, Zachary chuckled "I'd like to see you try."

Jeremiah on the other hand, decided to take a different approach, he asked nicely. "Uncle Zachary, please, tell us what your plans for her are.... We promise we won't say anything to anyone. We just want to know that she will be safe. Right Jerome?" Jerome gritted his teeth and then nodded.

"Fine. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, from this moment on your sister no longer exists. This sweet little girl is Your cousin and I love her very much." Jerome started to say something but our Uncle held up his hand to silence him.

"Our cousin?"

"You didn't think that I was going to sell the little one did you? I paid a fortune for her, She belongs to me and she always will." Our Uncle replied. I tugged on his shirt and he looked down at me with a loving smile. "Yes little one?"

"Mama?"

At this, He chuckled at me amusement shining in his eyes. "No, no little one. I'm not your Mama, I'm your father. A father is someone who loves and takes care of you. There are lots of words that mean father. Pops, Papa, Pa, daddy, da-da. Take your pick." Again I tugged on his pants.

"Dada?" I ask looking up at him in confusion.

"Yes little one, that's right. I am your daddy. Isn't that right boys?" Zachary asked turning to Jerome and Jeremiah.

"Uppy dada?" I asked making grabby motions with my hands. He smiled at me and lifted me up into his arms I snuggled into his chest. Suddenly my tummy began to growl and he looked down at me.

"Sounds like someone is hungry. Let's get you something to eat shall we?" Daddy said with a smile. "What did my sister call her?"

"Bwat?" I replied confusion written across my face as he handed me a bottle.

At this, Zachary chuckled in amusement. "No little one, that's not your name." He sighs in frustration. "I guess I have to have a chat with my sister..." With that daddy picked me up and we headed to see the mean lady.

"What board of her already?"

"What would make you think that?"

"Why else would you bring her back here?" Lila replies with a frowned when she noticed that daddy was holding me.

"You forgot to give me the paperwork that contains all of her important information."

"Such as?"

"Her name and her birthdate for one."

The mean lady rolled her eyes and scoffed "here, this is all of her papers."

Daddy frowned "there's no name listed on here."

"Of course there isn't. If Cisero hadn't blackmailed me I'd have never even brought the little brat home in the first place."

The next day daddy took me to de city. "I've recently received custody of this child and I'd like to officially adopt her as my daughter."

"Her name?"

"Her name is to be Desdemona Rosealynn Katrina Tina Marie Trumble.

The man cocked and eyebrow at daddy but then sighed. "Sign here please."

Time jump to a few years later..

"Desdemona Rosealynn Katrina Tina Marie Trumble, you good for nothing little brat! Get your sorry behind over here!" He growled at me his eyes filled with fury.

I gulped, I knew when he called by my full name instead of my nickname that I was in big trouble. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was furious with me. "Me sowwy daddy. Me twy to be good. Me pwomise. Me has." I whimpered he just smiled evilly at me and chuckled.

"You've been a very bad little girl lately. You deserve this." He replied as he approached me. However, just as he was about to spank me he felt someone grab his hand. He turned to face  whoever had dared interfere. To his shock it was Paul Cicero, the blind fortune teller.

"How about you pick on someone your own size." The strange man growled at him. Daddy swung at him, but despite being blind, the strange man seemed to easily avoid daddy's swings.

Making Daddy even angrier. "I know what the two of you have done. However, I will keep that information to myself. Provided, that you never lay a hand on this child ever again."

"How dare you try and blackmail me old man! Mind your own business! Desdemona is my daughter and I will punish her as I see fit." Daddy replied.

"Very well, don't say that I didn't warn you." The strange old man replied before turning and walking off.

After making sure the old man was long gone he turned his attention back to me. "Now where was I?" He asked with a smile waiting for me to answer him.

"Me sowwy me bad." I replied trying hard not to cry.

"I put a roof over your head, I clothe you, I feed you and what do I get for my trouble? Threats. Don't worry, I don't blame you and I forgive you for being naughty. However, if I let your behavior go unpunished, then you'll never learn to be a good girl now will you?"

I didn't respond. Instead, I just looked down at the ground in shame. "I want you to lay across my knees."

"Wes daddy." I replied trying hard not to cry as I knew that would only make him angrier with me. I still didn't know what I had done wrong, but I guess it didn't really matter. All that mattered, was that I had been bad somehow.

"I've decided not to use the belt today. However, I want you to count each stroke and then when I'm done, I want you thank me for being so lenient on you." Daddy replies as he pulled down my pants revealing my diaper.

"Wes daddy."

Smack "won" smack. "Two" smack. "Thwee smack. "Fouwa",smack. "Five,"smack. "Six."
Smack. "Seben". Smack. "Eight", smack. "Nine." Smack "ten." Smack "eleben",smack. "Twelbe," Smack. "Thiwteen", smack.'"fowateen." Smack "fifteen." Smack. "sixteen." Smack. "Sebenteen". Smack. "eighteen," smack. "nineteen." Smack. "twentbee." At this point I was sobbing my behind felt as if it were on fire. "Me sowwy me bad. Me twy to be good weally Me did." I whimpered.

"Apologizing is only going to make him angrier at you." The voice in my head warned.

"Did I say I wanted to hear excuses?" I shook my head and sniffled wiping the snot from my nose. "What did I say you were to do when I was done?"

"Say tfank you." I replied looking down at the floor in shame.

Daddy smiled, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "How do you suggest we deal with this disobedience?" .

"Me get spankied wifth the belt?" I asked hoping I was wrong. My hopes were dashed as he smiled evilly and he chuckled.

"Uh-huh. Now be good girl Desdemona, and go fetch it for me."

"Wes daddy." I replied. I whimpered as I walked away.

"Now, you will count each stroke and you will apologize for being a bad girl, and when I'm done, you will thank me properly for punishing you. If I hear so much as a whimper out of you I'll start all over again, do you understand?"

"Wes daddy."

"Good. Then let's gets started shall we?"

Smack 1 "Me sowwy Me was bad." Smack. "2 Me sowwy Me was bad." Smack. "3 Me sowwy me was bad." Smack. "4 me sowwy me Me was bad." Smack "5 me sowwy Me was bad."

Suddenly daddy paused and I look up at him in confusion. "You haven't by been apologizing properly little girl now have you? Looks like we are going to have to start all over again. And I will continue to start over until you get it right." Daddy replies with a sadistic chuckle.

Smack 1: Me sowwy Me was bad... daddy."

Daddy paused and smiled at me. "Now what have I told you about calling me that?"

"That it's a pwiblage."

"One that you have lost for the time being. So what are you supposed to be calling me?"

"Fatha?" I reply hesitantly. Daddy cocks his eyebrow at me and I lower my gaze.

"You know that's not the right answer Desdemona."

Smack. 2 : Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa (sir). Smack. 3 : Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa ." Smack 4: Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa." Smack. "Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa " smack 6: Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa. Smack 7: me sowwy Me was bad Siwa. Smack 8:me sowwy Me was bad Siwa. Smack 9: Me sowwy me was bad Siwa. Smack 10: Me sowwy Me was bad Siwa."

Daddy paused and sat me down on the floor. At first I thought that perhaps he was done but I was wrong. "Tank you fowa punishing me siwa."

Daddy chuckled darkly his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Did I say that your punishment was over?"

"No daddy." Again daddy cocked an eyebrow at me an evil smirk on his face and he let out a sinister chuckle sending shivers down my spine. Instantly I realized my mistake. "Me sowwy Siwa, it was an accident me won't call you daddy again. Pwease fowagibe me. Me sowwy me is such a dumb dumb."

At this, daddy chuckled again "yes, you can be quite stupid some times. And for your little screw up, you've just earned yourself at least ten more lashes with my hand and another twenty lashes with my belt."

My eyes went wide that meant I was going to get a total of thirty spankies. At this, I could no longer hold back the sobs that had been threatening to fall and daddy chuckled in amusement.

A few seconds later, He returned with a bottle of beer in his hand. He then proceeded to pour the alcohol all over my open wounds causing me to scream out in pain.

"Owie! Stop! Pwease! Me sowwy!" I screamed and his eyes grew dark and chuckled once more.

"Oh great. Now you've done it. Now you've made him really angry. How many times must I remind you, never, and I mean never tell daddy what to do?" My conscience scolded me.

"Me sowwy." I whispered.

"Sometime being sorry isn't good enough." My conscience replied sadly. "I hope your happy because now he's going to really hurt us and what he did earlier is going to seem like child's play."

True to what the strange voice in my head had said, daddy continued to beat me all night long. Continuously switching between using his belt, and using his hands. He finally stopped when he needed to catch his breath.

A few minutes later, he had fallen asleep. Once I knew that he wouldn't wake up again, I crawled over to my cage which he had kept, and crawled inside.

The next morning, I heard him calling me but I was both too sore and too afraid to answer him.
"Sweetheart, where are you?" When he found me he frowned. "Why are you in that cage? Cages are for animals not little Princesses like yourself."

"Me sowwy Siwa. Pwease no mowa spankies." I whimpered as I crawled out of the cage. "Me pwomise Me be good."

Upon seeing the bruises all over my body Daddy looked at me his eyes going wide as he moaned "What have I done? I'm so sorry little one. Daddy didn't mean to hurt you."

I sniffled and looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "me desewved to be punished me is a bad giwl."

"No little one. Your daddy's good little girl. Daddy didn't mean what he did. I shouldn't have allowed myself to get drunk. I always do things I regret when I'm drunk."

"What does wegwet mean?"

"It means that I feel sad for what I've done. Can you forgive me little one?"

"It's otay." I replied but he shook his head as if he was disappointed.

"No it's not. I promise I won't let this happen again." Unfortunately, he couldn't keep this promise. He would hit me with his fists, his belt and sometime with a whip every time he came home drunk. He would often be especially cruel to me if the date he had gone on had ended badly. Which, unfortunately for me, was quite often.

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