Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 17

Cindy and Renee were still sleeping soundly when the alarm system's entry beep woke me. I checked the security camera - it was Karen. I glanced at the clock - very early. It was getting light, but dawn was a ways away. I was lying on my back and a sleeping Lilah was lying atop my legs, gently gumming at my limp penis. At least I think she was sleeping - with those dyed eyeballs it was hard to tell and her eyes never seemed to completely close, there was always at least a crescent of dark blue visible through her very fine, light lashes. I threw back the light blanket she was under and gently lifted her mouth off me, being careful of those tusks. They were extremely sharp. I kept meaning to blunt them with a file but hadn't got round to it yet. The naked nine-year-old rolled over on her back and her head lolled to the side. Her tattooed belly hollowed as breath rasped in her throat. One hand stole to her crotch and she began masturbating as her spread legs moved aimlessly.

I got up and looked in on Cindy's room. The girls were asleep on Cindy's bed, their faces nose-to-nose and their hair merging together into a tangled curtain. Cindy's babydoll nightie was rucked up and Renee had removed her PJ bottoms and each girl had a hand lightly curled around the other's penis. They looked so cute I had to break my rule and snap a quick photo.

I heard Karen moving around in the kitchen so I put on a robe and went downstairs to join her. She had already undressed. Her shoes were under the table and jeans, tshirt, bra, and socks - no panties, I noticed - were carefully folded on the tabletop and she was doing her makeup, looking into a small compact mirror with LED lighting. I grunted a good morning and set about making coffee. By the time I had a cup in hand and sat down at the table Karen had finished doing her face - razor-sharp brow work, dark, dramatic eyeshadow, mascara wings, severe contouring and a slash of bright crimson lipstick - and was rouging her nipples and vulva. Her oversized clitoris was already erect and shiny with moisture and a trickle of liquid was visible in her slit. I couldn't resist reaching over to give the swollen, dark red knob a tweak, making Karen jump slightly and grimace. And then, just because I could, I pushed my index finger into her cunt. She was hot and slick and still very tight despite having hosted probably well over a thousand adult cocks since I had first fucked her when she was eleven.

Karen's painted lips parted slightly and her eyelids half-closed, and she gulped softly as I gently pumped my finger. She colored slightly at the slurping sounds of penetration but her training asserted itself. "Oh, yeah," she said mechanically, "My cunt, my whore cunt, you're making it hot..."

I stopped pumping but left my finger fully embedded in Karen's steamy pussy, now decorated with some dollops of thick white cream. "You're here early," I said, as if carrying on a conversation with a thirteen-year-old girl while fingering her was the most normal thing in the world. For Karen, it was - I had gone to great lengths to make her believe that her body was public property, available to be touched and used by anyone at any time. Any objections she might have had to this destruction of her privacy and autonomy had long since been fucked and (thanks to Moira) beaten and burned out of her, or at least buried so deeply that it never occurred to her to assert herself.

"I have the D'Amicos," Karen said, referring to a local father-and-sons construction company. "They like to see me before they go to work."

"Really? First thing? Aren't they kind of...rough for this early?"

"Doesn't matter," Karen said harshly. "I'm a whore."

"I know you're a whore," I said, curling my finger inside her leaking cunny and making her squirm as her secretions oozed out to slime her seat. "But you still get to decide who fucks you. That was the deal, remember?" I was referring to Karen's early days right after Moira and I had turned her out. After a very...challenging encounter the then-eleven-year-old had been scraped and bruised and cunt-sore and, since Moira had just taught her how to troll for tricks on her own, I told her it was up to her from then on to whom she granted her favors.

Karen shook her head and broke eye contact with me, but made no reply. This was not a new discussion and it never went anywhere, but I tried anyway. "I know what you're doing, but there's no reason for it. There's no reason to punish yourself." I leaned in until she looked back at me. "You did not cause Moira to kill herself. That was entirely her decision."

Karen's face hardened but her blue eyes began to fill with tears. "You don't know that!" she said fiercely. "If only I hadn't..."

"Starting the day her daddy died, no one ever forced Moira to do anything she didn't want to do. If she really didn't want to trick with you, she wouldn't have, and that's the truth. You need to accept that."

"But she told me she didn't want to, and her daddy told her not to! And I made her anyway!" The tears overflowed now and spilled down Karen's heavily rouged cheeks.

"Her daddy," and I air-quoted the word, "was all in her head and you know that full well. It just showed how fucked up she was from the start."

"But she loved me!" Karen cried. "She loved me, and I betrayed her, and made her into a whore again..."

"Did she, though?" I squeezed one bare shoulder. "Did she love you?"

"You...you fucker!" Karen's voice was rough with emotion.

"I'm not being mean, sweetheart, I'm saying this because I love you. But you need to face up to it. Did Moira ever tell you she loved you?"

"Of course she..." Karen started, but then her mouth snapped shut as she actually thought about it.

"She didn't, did she? That's because Moira couldn't love anyone. She was way too little when her daddy made her into a whore, and he treated her really badly, and it fucked her up in ways she never got over. He didn't really love her, not like I love you. He didn't care if she needed to be a whore like you did. He didn't even care if she wanted to be a whore, he wanted a whore and so he treated her like one. Your daddy is supposed to love you and protect you but the way he treated her taught her that you couldn't trust the people that say they love you, and so she could never trust anyone, especially people that loved her."

"She did so love me! Maybe she couldn't say it, but she did!" Karen stood abruptly. My finger popped out of her cunt as she stepped away. "They're going to be here," she said, and turned to head downstairs.

"Aren't you going to fix your makeup?" I asked. Her mascara had run and she had smudged it when she wiped her eyes.

"No, they like it when I cry," she said over her shoulder as she fled the conversation. I sighed. Nothing accomplished. Again. I refilled my coffee cup and went back upstairs to my bedroom. Lilah was still spreadeagled on the bed, snoring softly and blowing spit bubbles between the tusks in her toothless mouth.

As I sat down in the armchair and flipped the tv to the camera in Karen's workroom, Renee wandered in, brushing brown locks away from her face and rubbing her eyes sleepily. She was still bottomless and completely casual about it. Her strap-on bobbed gently as she walked. She came over and wedged herself into the chair next to me, wiggling her bare butt until I made room. "C'n I try your coffee?" she yawned.

"Sure," I said. "Careful, it's hot," as I turned the cup so she could take it by the handle. She took a careful sip, then made a face. "You might like it better with some sugar. I'll make you your own cup if you want." I took the cup back and then companionably, as I had done with Karen, I put my hand on her privates. Except in this case that meant I wrapped my fingers around her strap on, holding it up and miming jacking it gently.

Renee looked down at my hand, then back up. Her face was unreadable, set in that perfectly opaque poker face that was so discomfiting in a child. She was silent for a long few seconds, then said neutrally, "Thank you for leaving me and Cindy alone last night."

I forced a smile. "All you had to do was ask. You really love her, huh?"

Renee's round face softened and her hazel eyes got dreamy. "We're in love. I've never been in love with anyone before."

I forbore from giving her any advice that she would have ignored anyway. Instead I just said, "That's nice. I'm happy for you." And I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and a squeeze to her penis. Then our eyes were both drawn to motion on the tv screen. The door to Karen's room opened and four large men trooped in. One was older, gray-haired and barrel-chested. The other three, plainly his sons by resemblance, were in their 20s and 30s. They were all large and muscular. One, the oldest son, was running to fat but it was hard fat, like an athlete who had aged out but still trained some. All were dressed in rough work clothes and heavy boots. They shrugged out of their coats, tossing them on the bureau, and surrounded the bed where Karen was lying naked. She looked up at them, a somewhat theatrical tremulous, fearful smile on her face. "Hi," she squeaked out in a wavering voice. "Please..." she swallowed audibly. "Please don't hurt me so much this time."

In response one of the younger men sneered. With thick, callused hands he reached down and grabbed a handful of Karen's hair, jerked her up to a sitting position, and slapped her across the face. Next to me on the chair, Renee jumped. "Not my face! Not my face!" Karen cried and this time there was real fear in her voice. Her arms came up to protect herself, but the older man on one side of the bed and the younger one who had just hit her each grabbed a wrist, pulling them away from her body and pinning them to the mattress. As she writhed and struggled futilely, the other two men rapidly stripped off their heavy workshirts and dropped their pants. Both were erect. One grabbed Karen's ankles, yanking her down the bed until her butt was at the edge of the mattress. Then he fisted his grimy prick and without ceremony shoved it home in Karen's weeping cunt. Karen threw her head back and groaned. The man started fucking her, hard enough to make the bedframe creak. The fourth man, the heavy one, moved to the side of the bed. He grabbed Karen's small, perky breasts and began mauling them, squeezing them hard enough to leave fingermarks, pinching and twisting her large nipples, then he knelt and began biting them.

"Ow! OW! You're HURTING ME!" Karen cried.

"Shut up, cunt," the older man said dispassionately. He opened his pants one-handed, still holding Karen's wrist pinned, and fished out his own cock. He put his knee on her wrist and grabbed two fistsful of Karen's thick blond hair at the top of her head. He yanked her head sideways at an angle that had to be uncomfortable and shoved his cock into her mouth, cutting off her cries of pain. Karen choked and gagged as the man tried to push his cock down her throat. She turned pleading, tear-filled eyes up at the man fucking her face but he just laughed and pulled harder on her hair.

For the next hour, the four men used and abused Karen more roughly than I had ever seen, not since she was eleven and that fat fuck had almost given her a home clitoridectomy. At one point they had her airtight - father and one son had her wedged between them, father in her pussy and son in her ass. A second son had an iron grip on her upper arm, yanking her torso sideways so he could force his cock down her throat. The fourth man had removed his belt and was laying stripes across the pale skin of Karen's back. She was crying full out and her makeup was a wreck but her cries of pain were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Rough hands yanked at her hair, pulling her face off the cock and she coughed and choked as he sprayed hot cum into her eyes, up her nose, and all over her tear-tracked face. He shoved her over so she was sideways on her back and without a pause the man with the belt starting whipping her belly and breasts, laughing as the perky hemispheres jiggled violently and reddened under his assault. And meanwhile, Karen yelped and cried out as the men filling her pussy and ass pounded brutally against her cervix and bowel.

By the end of the hour all four men had ejaculated into or onto the thirteen-year-old at least twice. As the other three were getting dressed the heavyset son was still fucking Karen's ass relentlessly, his fat belly slapping against her back as she cried and grabbed at handfuls of sheet. At the last he yanked her around on the bed, pushed his thumb into the hinge of her jaw to force her mouth open, and went ass-to-mouth with no pause. Karen's face contracted with disgust at her bitter flavor and she choked loudly and sprayed spit and mucus into the man's sweaty pubes but he kept humping at her throat until he froze, grunting like an animal. Karen started coughing and sprayed cum out of her mouth and nose. When he was done, the man threw her down on the bed like she was garbage. Karen curled onto her side, sobbing, as the men dressed, laughing and chattering and completely ignoring her. Before leaving, they negligently tossed a wadded up clump of bills. They hit her cum-coated belly, stuck briefly, then fell to the soiled bedsheets. As soon as the door closed behind them Karen's sobs cut off and her face went blank. She sat up, wincing at the sting from the whip marks all over her back, belly and breasts and calmly gathered the cash, smoothing out the bills into a pile and counting them. Then she lay back gingerly and scrubbed a hand across her reddened eyes.

I clicked off the tv, empathy and arousal warring within me. I warned Renee to leave her big sister be while she cleaned up and got herself back together but she ignored me, so I turned the tv back on to watch.

Renee waited until she heard the four pairs of workboots clomping down the hall and once the back door closed behind them, she went down the stairs - much more quietly on her bare feet - and opened the door to Karen's "office" and went in. Karen was lying on her back naked on her bed with her knees up. Her legs were spread and sperm oozed sluggishly from between her blood-flushed petals and out of her reddened and swollen asshole. Over her ruined makeup her face was thickly and unevenly coated with cum, which she was squeegeeing up with her fingers and then sucking them clean. More jizz was spattered over the bruises and bite marks covering her high, round breasts and globs were drying in her tangled blond hair. Her lips were swollen and bee-stung and her eyes were bloodshot and heavy-lidded. Despite having just been heavily and roughly used by four men, she was already masturbating, seeking further stimulation for her amazingly oversized clitoris.

Renee sat her bare butt gingerly down on the stained sheets and gently stroked her big sister's high, sweaty forehead. She grimaced when her fingers came away webbed with semen and wiped her hand on the sheet. "Karen, can I talk to you?" Renee asked.

Karen smiled sleepily up at the younger girl, then her eyelids fluttered and her lips pursed as she tugged at her swollen pleasure knob. "Of...of course you can," Karen gasped out. "I don't have anyone else for awhile. I was going to have Lilah...you know...clean me, but it can wait."

Renee twisted her hair in her hands nervously. "I want to ask you...about the first time you had sex."

Karen's smile widened. "Oh, yeah, it was great. I got fucked so good, I remember I had so many orgasms I couldn't even count them." She giggled.

"That's what I wanted to ask," Renee continued uncertainly. "Because what I remember is that I was scared, and I was scared because you were crying. You were crying, and you wanted him to take it out because it was hurting."

Karen's expression hardened. "No, that's not true. I mean, the first time a penis goes into you of course it hurts a little but I didn't mind. I'm a whore so I needed to be fucked hard."

Renee's voice was very gentle. "But you didn't want to, and you said so. If someone fucks you after you told them not to, that's rape." She took in a deep breath. "The way I remember it you were raped."

In an instant Karen's face was transformed from lazy bliss to rage. "THAT'S A LIE!" she shouted, her voice gone strained and shrill. She sat bolt upright in bed and seized Renee by the shoulders. "You take that back!" she yelled. When Renee, stunned, didn't answer immediately, Karen shook her, hard. "Take it back, damn you! You little liar!" And then she pushed Renee so hard that she had to catch herself to keep from tumbling off the bed.

"Karen, I love you, I'm..." Renee started, then stalled out, silenced by the hateful glare her big sister turned on her.

"Liar!" Karen repeated, and then she rolled to her feet and stomped naked out of the room. Her bare feet thumped on the stairs as she climbed upwards. Renee looked after her, the hurt plain on her face. Her hazel eyes filled with tears. Her shoulders slumped and she buried her face in her hands.

I hurriedly switched off the tv as Karen stomped up the stairs. Karen knew that we watched her whoring; I had told her as much and sold it to her as a safety feature. But I'm not sure how much she actually thought about it and this was not the moment I wanted to throw in her face that her sister and I had been spectators to her degradation. A moment later she walked naked into my bedroom. Her expression was thunderous but it was somewhat undermined by her mascara running down her cheeks and the lipstick smeared all around her mouth under the thick coating of grayish semen, and her hair sticking out at odd angles as more cum gelled in it. Without looking at me she crossed to the bed where Lilah was still lying spreadeagle, her mutilated cunt pointed towards the door. The nine-year old was awake now, her head tracking back and forth and her solid blue eyes open wide as she watched things only she could see crawl across the ceiling. Karen shook her roughly by her shoulder. "Get up, monster!" she commanded. "I need you to clean me." Without waiting for a response she turned and stalked into the bathroom. Lilah shook herself and sat up. She shook her head violently again, spraying long strings of drool into her mop of unruly gray hair, down her bare body and onto the bedspread. Then with a "Rawr!" and the resilience of youth she hopped up and skipped on her thin, bizarrely tattooed legs into the bathroom after her erstwhile babysitter.

With much more huffing and slamming around than was at all necessary, Karen retrieved from the oversized shower stall the plastic stool I sat on to scrub my feet and such. She shoved it against the tiled wall, next to the vanity, and plopped herself down on it, slumping down so that her pussy and ass were exposed, both oozing cum and the entire area thoroughly coated by semen and Karen's own thick, creamy juices. "Clean me up, Lilah!" she demanded. Lilah obediently went down on her knees under the harsh bathroom light. She leaned forward and swiped her tongue up one sticky thigh, sat back up and licked her lips thoughtfully, then leaned in for another lick.

But Karen had no patience. She tapped Lilah on the top of her head, not especially gently. Lilah's head came up and in the bright light Karen could see the big black circles of her permanently dilated pupils swimming around in the solid blue. "No, here!" she ordered, pointing at her dripping crotch. Lilah leaned in but Karen still wasn't satisfied. "Harder!" she demanded. "Open wide, and do it hard!"

Lilah seemed to get the message. Her jaw opened wide, spreading her tusks until the upward- and downward- pointing pairs no longer overlapped. Then she pressed her wildly tattooed face into Karen's crotch and bit down. "Yes!" Karen cried as her tender vulva was pierced by the needle-sharp chrome. "Harder!" she insisted again. Lilah rubbed her face from side to side and up and down, licking and slurping at the mess of gooey protein while at the same time her jaw opened and closed, open and closed. "Oh God, oh God," Karen moaned, writhing on the stool, as pinpoints of blood swelled and began to drip down all over her sex-swollen vulva and thighs. She clutched at Lilah's tangled gray hair, pressing her face against her tender labia. Her breasts heaved as her heavy breathing turned into sobs and groans. Having cleaned Karen's mons and vulva, Lilah went south to slurp up the semen still oozing from Karen's pucker. Karen's moans got louder and higher until when one of Lilah's tusks actually pierced the rim of her asshole and drove upwards under her perineum, the moan became a scream of orgasm. Karen's legs shot out straight and her heels thumped on the tile floor as her belly fluttered and she convulsed. Hot cream sprayed forcefully out of her gaping cunny. It took Lilah right on the bridge of her nose and tracked upwards, soaking her hair and as Karen's pussy spasmed, squirting right into her eyes, and then dripping down her face. She sat back, blinking. Sticky drops depended from her chin, slowly reaching towards the floor. Her lashes were completely gummed with Karen's cream. Karen moaned, long and low as pleasure burned from her center all the way to the top of her head and the tips of her toes. All the tension gradually leached out of her body, leaving her slumped awkwardly to one side on the stool, her head and shoulder pressed against the side of the vanity. Her vulva and mons were peppered with fresh wounds and thin runnels of crimson. There were two drops of blood on the knob of her clitoris, one above the other. As I watched they grew slowly until they merged and gravity pulled them into a drip down the large wrinkled knot of flesh and into the ridge of scar tissue that pulled it under into a tight curl.

Lilah looked up into Karen's red-rimmed eyes. She croaked, "Karen, when ith my Mommy coming back?" The tusks and missing teeth forced her to speak in that bubbling lisp, but the child's back was straight and her raspy voice was strong and she seemed somehow more present than she had been since her earliest days with us.

Karen seemed at a loss. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again but no words came out. "Tell her the truth, Karen," I urged from the other room. Karen's eyes took on a deep sadness and she held out her arms. Lilah clambered into her lap without hesitation, pressing her sticky cheek between Karen's breasts.

"I'm sorry, Lilah, but your Mommy can't come back," Karen said softly.

Lilah's mutilated face became a mask of sorrow, clear even behind the riot of piercings, the evil, snarling tattoo, the solid blue marbles of her eyes, the tusks hammered into her upper and lower jaw. "Why not?" she asked around a sob. "Doesn't Mommy love me anymore?"

"Oh, baby," Karen hugged her tighter. "Your Mommy loved you so very much. But she got sick, don't you remember? She got sick, and the doctors tried but they couldn't make her better. She got sicker and she hurt so bad and the only way to make it stop hurting was to die, so that's what happened. You were at her funeral, remember? They buried her in the ground so she can help the grass and the trees and the flowers grow. You remember how much she loved flowers?"

Lilah was crying now, tears cutting trails through the sticky aromatic goo coating her face. "Mommy loved the flowers more than me?"

"No, no, Lilah," Karen bent her head, pressing her lips against Lilah's soaked gray hair. "Your Mommy would have stayed with you if she could. She wanted that more than anything, but she just hurt too much." And then Karen, in her inexperience and the stress of the moment, said exactly the wrong thing. "Besides, would you want your Mommy to see you now? Isn't it better that she only saw you when you were a beautiful little girl?"

In a flash, Lilah went from inconsolable sorrow to a towering rage. She shot to her feet. "I'm a monthter!" she yelled, spraying saliva into Karen's flinching face. "They made me a monthter! THEY MADE ME A MONTHTER! THAT'TH WHY I KILLED THEM! I WANT TO KILL THEM! I WANT TO KILL EVERYONE! I WANT TO KILL THE WORLD!" And with an incoherent scream she threw herself against the tile wall head-first. She hit so hard a square of the heavy ceramic cracked and she knocked herself down.

Dazed, Lilah climbed back to her feet. Screaming again and again she began pounding her head against the wall. Cindy appeared in the door of her room, woken by the commotion. Her hair was tousled but her eyes were wide and terrified. I had no time for her, though. I dashed into the bathroom and seized Lilah by her bony shoulders. She was far stronger than she should have been and wrenched herself free to slam her head into the wall again. This time when she fell away there was a splatter of blood radiating from the center of the cracked tile. When the child surged to her feet again I got an arm around her neck and lifted her off the ground. Her feet flailed at me and she clawed at the air. Blood poured from her forehead and ran down her face, making her already terrifying visage look positively otherworldly. She thrashed in my grip, half-choking herself and screaming incoherently. I half-carried, half-dragged her back into the bedroom, absorbing any number of blows and kicks as I did. Her strength was almost preternatural and the strikes hurt.

I threw Lilah down onto the bed and put all my weight on her shoulders. She struggled and screamed and spat and tried to bite me with her tusks. "Cindy!" I barked. "Help me!"

Wearing only her rumpled babydoll nighty, Cindy dashed into the room but caught herself on the door frame. "What...what can I do?" she cried.

"You know what to do," I shouted as I struggled to hold Lilah down. "Like last time!" Cindy's eyes popped open even wider as she took my meaning. Fear and uncertainty and then determination played across her childish features, then she set her jaw and nodded. She stepped closer, raising her arm to fend off Lilah's flailing legs, trying to time it right. Her first attempt failed. Lilah's heel caught her squarely on her breastbone and knocked her on her ass. The hem of her nighty flew up revealing her penis shrunk to a bud and her light brown, hairless scrotum pulled up tight against her crotch.

But the little girl had gumption. She got to her feet and tried again, and this time she did it. She dived head-first between Lilah's thrashing legs and pushed her face right into the smaller girl's tattooed and mutilated vulva. It took both hands for her to steady Lilah's pelvis enough, but she got her lips around the girl's exposed clit and sucked it into her mouth. "Aaaahhhrr!" Lilah screamed again but this time it was not rage but surprise and an overwhelming pleasure. Her back arched and every muscle in her body seemed to lock up for a moment. But only for a moment as she sucked in a great breath and, snarling, struck out again with feet and fists.

Cindy was bucked half off the struggling nine-year-old, but she clawed her way back into position and smashed her mouth into Lilah's crotch a second time. This time she seized Lilah's clit in her teeth, yanking it away from the sliced open and split prepuce and she reared back, stretching the little bulb of flesh to its limit. "AAAAAHHHHRRRR!" Lilah screamed again and I thought she might dislocate her own shoulders, so violently did her body spasm and seize. She froze with every muscle straining. Her mouth was stretched in a snarling rictus. Bright blood covered up the lurid tattooing on her face. Veins throbbed in her neck and at her temple. Her blue eyeballs bugged out. I couldn't begin to imagine what she was feeling or what it was like in her damaged mind and permanently scrambled sensorium to have every nerve firing in orgasmic overload.

It ended as suddenly as it began. Like one of those little toys where you push the button on the bottom, Lilah went limp and collapsed. Her stretched clit scraped free from between Cindy's teeth and snapped back into a tiny, inconspicuous bump. Her eyes closed and a breath gusted out of her. It sounded so much like a death rattle that for a moment I was afraid she had expired right in front of us, but I could still see her heart beating away, quivering the tattooed stinger of the viper that coiled down her belly to gape its defanged maw on her pierced, swollen vulva.

I tentatively lifted my weight off Lilah's knobby shoulders, ready to lunge back if her tirade resumed, but it seemed she was well and truly out. Cindy straightened up slowly. Her legs started to tremble in reaction and her face crumpled into tears. I bounded off the bed and gathered her into a crushing hug. "Good girl," I murmured into her hair. "What a strong, brave girl you are. I love you so much." She melted into me.

I looked up to see Karen holding onto the doorframe as if for support. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry," I gestured her to me, and she joined Cindy enfolded in my arms. And then all three of us were crying. "It's okay," I managed to say. "It's okay. It's going to be okay."

I took a great calming breath and scrubbed a hand across my eyes. Gently releasing the two children - well, the teenager and the child - I turned back to Lilah. I picked her up carefully. She was dead weight in my arms as I carried her to her kennel where it had been pushed into the corner, disused for several weeks. As gently as I could I folded her into it, covering her with a blanket. The urinal jug was still there and it took only a moment to refill her water bottle. Then with a sigh of relief I latched the door and clicked the padlock shut. I looked up and met Cindy's pale blue eyes, her brow knotted in concern. "If she's ok when she wakes up, I'll let her out, I promise." I glanced at my watch. Unbelievably it wasn't even 9 o'clock yet. Making an attempt to put a normal looking smile on my face I said, "Why don't we get dressed and have some breakfast?"