"Do you really think you can run, my dear." A wicked laugh emerges from a shadow standing before me.

My body lifts up quickly, shifting to run, but somehow unable to.

His cold hands pushing me down, with a knife to my neck, but not those of the shadow before me. These are smaller, like a female.

"Do what he says, or youll be beheaded before you know it!" A small female voice echoes in my ear, as the sharp blade taps my neck. Cold.

"Oh my dear, you thought you could run, didnt you? Ive been looking and looking for you. For years. Hoping to erase your mind, for life."

His shadow comes closer and closer, his hands covering my blue eyes.

"Father. Ill do anything. Just. Please. Let me go.." I sigh in relief when the knife becomes removed from my neck.

"NO!"

He yells a storm.

"Listen here, you have been told this before. You know the meaning of you needing to be gone. You have gone to the police, but I shall not let you suceed in getting their attention. Do you hear me? By nightfall. Your bones will be nothing but dirt. Your eyes, oh your beautiful blue eyes, will forever be mine. As I watch your lifeless body, dangle. Ha. Ha. Young one, you are too late to escape. This time its final."

His words give me shivers. I glance ever so quickly left and right as the women behinds me grabs for her rope. She makes a wrong move, letting me go.

This was my chance.

I dart right, I knew there was a police officers house not to far done the road. At this time he would be home.

My father follows me,in panic, chasing me like a lion roaring for a meal and finnally seeking its eyes upon one.

His words, his hands, he himself gives me shivers down my spine.

Its like I can never escape, never, not once.

Would this be my chance for freedom for life?

I glance over a small hill, and spy the officers home.

His car parked outside, I was good friends with him, he was the only one who tried to protect me from my father. But he didnt truly believe me about his methods of killings.

"Help!!! Help!! Officer Nate!!! Officer Natw!!" I yell on the top of my lungs, he glances out the window.

He gets up, towards the door.

My mind is lost for a few moments, and next I knew I was dragged down to the ground by my father.

A knife held to my throat, and the lady whom i now see her face, pointing a gun in mt direction.
"Dont try anything" she yells.

Officer Nate watches in horror, as he radios for back up.

My breathing taking it slow, my heart slowing.

This is where my torture begins again..

The distant hope of freedom, but the knowledge that there is none near my father or when he is alive.

-   -   -   -

My eyes fly open, as blood coughs up from my sore mouth.

I glance around, this isnt the hospital. Ugh. He must of gotten away, Im still trapped.

Upon a table is an endless supply of needles and next to that some sort of bottle.

It reads, sleep posion. Oh no. Ugh. Thats why ive been out, and thats why I dont feel good.

I glance to my feet, noticing cuts all over. My ankle cut open, bleeding alot. But im unable to feel it for some reason, I cannot even move a toe. To my right, my arm has a slice down it.

I look at my arms, noticing marks that can only be defined by needles.

Ugh.

This guy ain't playing this time.

My mind feels hopeless, as straps hold me in place as I lay upon the cold bare table.

A door creeps open nearby, I cannot see where, but I hear it.

It must of been my father, the footsteps were far louder then that of a womens.

"Good morning, daughter. Did you sleep well?"

He kids with me.

You of course I didnt. You posined me, and then also Ive got a headache the size of your brain. Dude. I didnt. Ugh.

"Did you?"

He stands upon me, staring into my blue eyes.

"Where am i."

"Somewhere."

"Idiot." My breath escapes. Uh oh.

He pulls out a knife, and digs it hard into my arm. At first I dont feel it. At first.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh stop!! Stopppppp!!!" I yell in pain as he goes deeper and slides the knife up my arm. Making it ooze with blood.

Ew. That looks gross.

My mind tries to distract from the pain.

My father, grabs a needle and puts stufd in it. He looks at me, and smiles.

Only a smile, he could give.

"Oh darling. How you must love me."

His hand reaches down and rubs my chin, sending shivers of cold shock down my legs.

"Stop." I cant help but softly speak.

"Do you know what this is?"

I shake my head, still in pain from the knife.

"Poison. Which will not kill you."

Soooooooooo he is making me,   agh    , suffer.

Instead of just getting it over with.

I hope officer Nate finds me soon..I dont know how much of this I can take.