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An Angel For Bishop: Part 3
An Angel For Bishop: Part 3
Willows
tortured past exposes itself.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Once
they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other.
The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against
his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was
sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently
took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells
and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's
legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled
her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.
"Willow,
I don't have any condoms and I doubt Percy had the decency to put you on the
pill. We can't."
"I
can't get pregnant," was all she said as she tugged at him.
"What?"
he gasped, as it was difficult holding a conversation with her.
"The
doctor made sure I couldn't have babies so it's okay," she said in a
matter of fact tone.
His
head was spinning. He was still incredibly worked up and wanted to take Willow
right now, but she'd just dropped a bomb from her past in his lap and his mind
was reeling with the implications of her words.
"Please!
I need it!" she whined as he continued to hold her off while he tried to
get his head back in the game. Willow dropped to her knees in one movement.
First her lips were sliding, then her nose was buried against his stomach. He
could feel her swallowing but he couldn't feel her breathing so he pulled back
until he heard her gasp.
Willow
got to her feet then turned around and put her hands against the shower wall,
pushing her ass back. She rubbed him up and down her crack a few times. Dan
grabbed her hips and Willow sighed. She was surprisingly tight and he couldn't
get over how amazing she felt.
Willow
was moaning loudly and bearing down with her joyous cries she was loving every
second. He could not exploit her vulnerable mental state, but knew that
rejection was beyond her capacity to tolerate. So he continued to caress her
and gently show her that she was precious and respected.
The
feeling of real love was enough to set her body into what seemed like multiple
waves of ecstasy. Somehow Dan had found an amazing tool of therapy for this
sexually abused woman.
He
pulled her back to stand upright. This sensation and her cries of joy triggered
him. For good measure he gave her neck a gentle kiss and felt her trigger off
again.
He
held her exhausted body suspended between his arm circling her chest and his
other arm around her hip. She leaned back against his chest and her breath came
out in deep gasps.
Once
their breathing had returned to normal Dan set her feet back on the floor. He
looked at her and said "We need to talk about what you said about the
doctor. I need to hear the whole story, but later." He tenderly washed
between her legs. Then he shampooed and conditioned her hair once more. God he
loved running his fingers through her hair and from the way she moaned and
purred he knew she loved it too. He washed his hair, rinsed off, and turned the
water off. They stepped out and dried off with their thick towels together. He
replaced her bandages once more with dry ones. They padded into his bedroom and
Dan remembered her clothes should be ready in the dryer. He quickly collected
them and brought them back to her. He inspected the garments and saw the jeans
were largely undamaged though there were some grease stains on the lower legs
he suspected came from riding the motorcycle. Her shirt had a tear where the
branch had pierced her shoulder. He could probably fix it but it wouldn't be
pretty. He flipped it over and for the first time noticed the faded word across
the back. It said 'Bitch'. He frowned. That asshole probably made her wear it.
He wouldn't let her wear this again. He ripped it in two between his hands. He
looked up and saw Willow staring at him wide eyed.
"Sorry,
the shirt had a word on it that doesn't belong on you. You won't be wearing
clothes like that with me. You deserve better," he said.
She
smiled shyly at him. He saw she was struggling to get the bikini top on. Now
that he was an 'expert' he showed her how to tie the lower string first under
her tits (while struggling to keep his hands off of them), spin the knot around
to the back, and pull the cups up, tying the top strings behind her neck.
With
his hands behind her neck, feeling her damp but now much smoother hair
caressing his hands he saw she was looking into his eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her lips tenderly. He just wanted to feel her amazing lips on his as her
kiss was so sweet. Willow's eyes closed and she swayed a little when he pulled
back. His heart hurt she was so lovely. How anyone could hurt someone so
beautiful was beyond him. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her body
against his, wanting to protect her with his strength and relishing the
intimacy. Her arms wrapped around his chest and he felt her shiver. He pulled
back and looked at her questioningly. He saw tears sliding down her cheeks.
"What's
wrong?" he asked gently.
"I've
never felt like this before," she whispered and hiccupped. "I feel so
safe in your arms." She clung to him and pressed her face against his
neck. He squeezed her to him again, feeling her tremble against him. They stood
like that for a while. Once her trembling calmed he stepped back and gave her a
smile which she returned. Her eyes glowed and she seemed as relaxed as he'd
ever seen her.
Chapter 3
Dan
gave Willow a tour of the 'log cabin' which was more accurately described as a
log mansion. He was rather proud of the building as it showcased his
engineering expertise. The building was all on one level and followed the
natural contours of the hillside in a serpentine curve with a magnificent view
of the surrounding mountains, or in this case the blizzard which continued to
rage into its second day. Under the gleaming hardwood flooring the entire
structure was built on a poured concrete base with in-floor heating courtesy of
a complex network of piping linked to the hot springs and an even more complex
computer control system. The power needed to support the electronics and the
rest of the house was fed by a huge series of batteries stored in an
underground bunker built into the hillside. This array was on a constant
trickle feed from multiple sources. Wind turbines, solar panels, geothermal,
and even a small hydro turbine generator tapping into an underground river they
discovered during construction. All said, they had energy to spare.
Beyond
the amazing array of technology he'd built into the mansion the building
contained all the comforts you could ask for. There was a huge living room with
a large stone fireplace surrounded by deep comfy couches and facing a panoramic
view of the mountainside. A large deck started on the northern side of the
house and wrapped around to the western side to create a huge, two level
socializing area in front of the living and dining room windows. Behind the
living room built into the mountain was a large home theatre with stadium
seating for twelve, three rows of four comfy recliners. Next to the living room
was a large dining room with a massive polished slab of shiny hardwood for a
table and seating for twelve. The next room was the kitchen which Willow was
familiar with. There was an enormous pantry off the kitchen and a second door
which led to the communications/control center for the house which doubled as a
safe room. The table in the kitchen sat six and there was a deck accessible by
a door next to the table. Exiting from the other side of the kitchen was a
corridor which had the laundry room on one side, a utility room on the other,
and continued on to the five big guest bedrooms each having a small seating
area and a dedicated full washroom. The final bedroom was the master which had
an enormous washroom suite, a walk-in closet, and a decent sized office. On the
uphill side of the building at this point was the garage, a concrete and steel
bunker built right into the mountainside. It was deep and wide enough for eight
vehicles and at its far end was a complete metal and wood working workshop with
all the required tools for maintaining the house. The roof deck of the garage
was the home for communication dishes, a large greenhouse with a pool area
again heated by the hot spring. There was interior access to the pool area by a
spiral staircase in the garage.
When
Dan led Willow back to the kitchen she was looking a little overwhelmed.
"So...
you're rich?" she asked quietly.
"Rich?"
he replied in surprise. Then he smiled and said "I designed and built the
home but it's not mine. I just live in it during the winter months when no one
else is here. The home is owned by the Noskov family from Russia. They are...
incredibly rich, and generous. I was unofficially adopted by the Noskov's when
I... helped get them out of a hot zone in Iraq during the war. They let me
build them this house and I get to live in it. They also set me up with a...
trust fund I guess you'd call it. When I need something I can tap into it. I
don't think I'm rich but I'm pretty comfortable. I mean I have my engineering
degree and the stuff I learned building this house has set me up in a very
lucrative business of designing custom energy systems for people wanting to
live off the grid. I have patents pending on several of the components and
their designs. There is also a waiting list of customers wanting me to design
for their specific environments. I can do most of that right from here. All
that brings in a good income... huh, maybe I am rich or at least have the
potential to be!" he smiled at the delight in Willow's eyes.
Dan busied himself making some herbal tea. It still wasn't time
for dinner yet but a snack would be good. He wanted to ensure Willow started
taking in the calories she needed to get back to a healthy weight. He dropped
some bread slices in the toaster and pulled out the peanut butter. He poured
the tea and sweetened it for Willow. He spread the peanut butter on toast
watching it melt. Then he stopped. Dan was pissed at himself again but he kept
that anger inside so he wouldn't spook Willow. He just made an assumption that might
have been really bad for her. "Willow, are you allergic to anything? Like
nuts?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied.
"Have
you eaten peanut butter before? Do you like it?" Dan asked.
"Yes,
I love peanut butter but I've never had it on toast," she said.
Dan
shook off the tremble that crept up his back. He needed to know more about her
to prevent something like this from happening again. He saw the notepad was
still on the table. He carried the herbal teas to the table then brought Willow
her peanut butter toast.
She
looked at him when she saw he didn't have any toast in front of him.
"You
need the calories. I'll wait for dinner," he said with a smile.
Willow
carefully picked up her toast and took a small bite. When the warm peanut
butter hit her tongue a broad smile spread across her face. "I LOVE peanut
butter toast!" she gushed. She took a few more bites.
He
grinned at her delight and picked up the notepad. After a sip of his tea he
looked at Willow and asked "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to see how
much more of your history we can fill in." She continued to munch on the
toast and sip at the tea but gave him a nod.
"Do
you recall the name of the man Percy, uh, took you from?" He still felt
weird saying that.
"Herman
Denk. He was a doctor. He gave me my new tits and fixed me so I couldn't make
babies or have a period." she said.
Dan's
stomach clenched. She said it like it was nothing but Dan was grateful to Percy
for having killed the bastard who butchered Willow for his own needs and
enjoyment. He took a deep breath and wrote down the Doctor's name and the
approximate year he died. "Do you recall how long you lived with Herman?
How many winters or summers?" he asked her next.
Willow
looked confused then sad. "Herman lived in Las Vegas and I stayed inside
in my room most of the time when he wasn't taking me out to parties. I don't
remember how long that was but I think I stayed with him the longest. Before we
moved to Las Vegas we were in Florida. That's where he poisoned and killed
Officer Warren Greggs and took me from him. Officer Greggs used his handcuffs
on me a lot and beat me because I wasn't worthy of having sex with him. That's
where these scars came from." She showed him the rough white ridges
encircling both of her wrists. Obviously the cuffs had done some serious damage
to her skin at that time as the scar tissue was extensive. "He kept me
chained in a room in his basement. When I got sick Officer Greggs brought
Herman to fix me. We moved to Las Vegas after Officer Greggs was dead."
Dan
was feeling a little queasy but while Willow was feeling talkative he'd get the
information from her. As long as he had names and knew they had died he could
find their obituaries and work out a timeline from that. He jotted down some
notes and nodded at Willow to continue.
"Madam
Tallia was my Mistress before Officer Greggs took me from her. She lived in a
big old house in Georgia. She was angry a lot. She had been hurt in a car
accident and she lost her eye. She wore a fancy eye patch but her mouth was so
cruel. She told me I looked just like the bitch who destroyed her beauty. She
would tie me up and burn my arms and legs with her cigarettes." Willow
pointed out a few of the older circular scars running up her arms. "She
told me that she was saving my face for later. I was always terrified that she
was going to burn my face. Officer Greggs was at one of her parties. He found
me tied up in my bedroom and put me in the trunk of his car. He told me he
burned Mistress Tallia's house down with her inside."
Willow
took a long sip of her tea to moisten her throat as she was unaccustomed to
talking for so long.
"Mistress
Tallia got me from Mr. Bill who brought me to one of her parties. Mistress
Tallia called him Buffalo Bill because she said he was from that 'miserable
place'. She told me that she wasn't going to give me back to Mr. Bill. She told
me she gave him poisoned heroin so he wouldn't come back to get me the morning
after the party and he didn't so I guess he's dead. When I was with Mr. Bill we
moved around a lot and we lived out of his car. I don't remember his last name.
Sometimes he gave me drugs and I would forget things. He loaned me out to
people who gave him drugs and took me to lots of sex parties. I think Mr. Bill
bought me from my mom's boyfriend when she died." Willow's voice ran out
at that point. It was the longest Dan had ever heard her speak and while the
subject matter was horrific to him, he was so glad that he got her story. He
could work with this.
"Do
you remember your mom's name?" he asked gently. She thought about it then
shook her head sadly.
"Do
you remember how old you were when your mom died?" he asked.
Willow
sat quietly for a minute thinking. "I remember... a tenth birthday party.
I think it was shortly after that when some men came to the house looking for
mom's boyfriend. I was playing outside but I heard them yelling 'where is he'.
When they left I went inside and she was dead. When her boyfriend got home he
took me with him in the car and we drove away. He met Mr. Bill at a truck stop
on the highway and sold me to him."
Dan
sat looking at Willow. He couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight. Her mother
was murdered when she was 10 and she was immediately sold off into the sex
trade and slavery? How could that not screw you up? He opened his arms and
Willow was immediately curled up on his lap and in his arm
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An Angel For Bishop: Part 3
Willows
tortured past exposes itself.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Once
they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other.
The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against
his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was
sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently
took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells
and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's
legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled
her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.
"Willow,
I don't have any condoms and I doubt Percy had the decency to put you on the
pill. We can't."
"I
can't get pregnant," was all she said as she tugged at him.
"What?"
he gasped, as it was difficult holding a conversation with her.
"The
doctor made sure I couldn't have babies so it's okay," she said in a
matter of fact tone.
His
head was spinning. He was still incredibly worked up and wanted to take Willow
right now, but she'd just dropped a bomb from her past in his lap and his mind
was reeling with the implications of her words.
"Please!
I need it!" she whined as he continued to hold her off while he tried to
get his head back in the game. Willow dropped to her knees in one movement.
First her lips were sliding, then her nose was buried against his stomach. He
could feel her swallowing but he couldn't feel her breathing so he pulled back
until he heard her gasp.
Willow
got to her feet then turned around and put her hands against the shower wall,
pushing her ass back. She rubbed him up and down her crack a few times. Dan
grabbed her hips and Willow sighed. She was surprisingly tight and he couldn't
get over how amazing she felt.
Willow
was moaning loudly and bearing down with her joyous cries she was loving every
second. He could not exploit her vulnerable mental state, but knew that
rejection was beyond her capacity to tolerate. So he continued to caress her
and gently show her that she was precious and respected.
The
feeling of real love was enough to set her body into what seemed like multiple
waves of ecstasy. Somehow Dan had found an amazing tool of therapy for this
sexually abused woman.
He
pulled her back to stand upright. This sensation and her cries of joy triggered
him. For good measure he gave her neck a gentle kiss and felt her trigger off
again.
He
held her exhausted body suspended between his arm circling her chest and his
other arm around her hip. She leaned back against his chest and her breath came
out in deep gasps.
Once
their breathing had returned to normal Dan set her feet back on the floor. He
looked at her and said "We need to talk about what you said about the
doctor. I need to hear the whole story, but later." He tenderly washed
between her legs. Then he shampooed and conditioned her hair once more. God he
loved running his fingers through her hair and from the way she moaned and
purred he knew she loved it too. He washed his hair, rinsed off, and turned the
water off. They stepped out and dried off with their thick towels together. He
replaced her bandages once more with dry ones. They padded into his bedroom and
Dan remembered her clothes should be ready in the dryer. He quickly collected
them and brought them back to her. He inspected the garments and saw the jeans
were largely undamaged though there were some grease stains on the lower legs
he suspected came from riding the motorcycle. Her shirt had a tear where the
branch had pierced her shoulder. He could probably fix it but it wouldn't be
pretty. He flipped it over and for the first time noticed the faded word across
the back. It said 'Bitch'. He frowned. That asshole probably made her wear it.
He wouldn't let her wear this again. He ripped it in two between his hands. He
looked up and saw Willow staring at him wide eyed.
"Sorry,
the shirt had a word on it that doesn't belong on you. You won't be wearing
clothes like that with me. You deserve better," he said.
She
smiled shyly at him. He saw she was struggling to get the bikini top on. Now
that he was an 'expert' he showed her how to tie the lower string first under
her tits (while struggling to keep his hands off of them), spin the knot around
to the back, and pull the cups up, tying the top strings behind her neck.
With
his hands behind her neck, feeling her damp but now much smoother hair
caressing his hands he saw she was looking into his eyes. He leaned forward and
kissed her lips tenderly. He just wanted to feel her amazing lips on his as her
kiss was so sweet. Willow's eyes closed and she swayed a little when he pulled
back. His heart hurt she was so lovely. How anyone could hurt someone so
beautiful was beyond him. He pulled her into a hug and squeezed her body
against his, wanting to protect her with his strength and relishing the
intimacy. Her arms wrapped around his chest and he felt her shiver. He pulled
back and looked at her questioningly. He saw tears sliding down her cheeks.
"What's
wrong?" he asked gently.
"I've
never felt like this before," she whispered and hiccupped. "I feel so
safe in your arms." She clung to him and pressed her face against his
neck. He squeezed her to him again, feeling her tremble against him. They stood
like that for a while. Once her trembling calmed he stepped back and gave her a
smile which she returned. Her eyes glowed and she seemed as relaxed as he'd
ever seen her.
Chapter 3
Dan
gave Willow a tour of the 'log cabin' which was more accurately described as a
log mansion. He was rather proud of the building as it showcased his
engineering expertise. The building was all on one level and followed the
natural contours of the hillside in a serpentine curve with a magnificent view
of the surrounding mountains, or in this case the blizzard which continued to
rage into its second day. Under the gleaming hardwood flooring the entire
structure was built on a poured concrete base with in-floor heating courtesy of
a complex network of piping linked to the hot springs and an even more complex
computer control system. The power needed to support the electronics and the
rest of the house was fed by a huge series of batteries stored in an
underground bunker built into the hillside. This array was on a constant
trickle feed from multiple sources. Wind turbines, solar panels, geothermal,
and even a small hydro turbine generator tapping into an underground river they
discovered during construction. All said, they had energy to spare.
Beyond
the amazing array of technology he'd built into the mansion the building
contained all the comforts you could ask for. There was a huge living room with
a large stone fireplace surrounded by deep comfy couches and facing a panoramic
view of the mountainside. A large deck started on the northern side of the
house and wrapped around to the western side to create a huge, two level
socializing area in front of the living and dining room windows. Behind the
living room built into the mountain was a large home theatre with stadium
seating for twelve, three rows of four comfy recliners. Next to the living room
was a large dining room with a massive polished slab of shiny hardwood for a
table and seating for twelve. The next room was the kitchen which Willow was
familiar with. There was an enormous pantry off the kitchen and a second door
which led to the communications/control center for the house which doubled as a
safe room. The table in the kitchen sat six and there was a deck accessible by
a door next to the table. Exiting from the other side of the kitchen was a
corridor which had the laundry room on one side, a utility room on the other,
and continued on to the five big guest bedrooms each having a small seating
area and a dedicated full washroom. The final bedroom was the master which had
an enormous washroom suite, a walk-in closet, and a decent sized office. On the
uphill side of the building at this point was the garage, a concrete and steel
bunker built right into the mountainside. It was deep and wide enough for eight
vehicles and at its far end was a complete metal and wood working workshop with
all the required tools for maintaining the house. The roof deck of the garage
was the home for communication dishes, a large greenhouse with a pool area
again heated by the hot spring. There was interior access to the pool area by a
spiral staircase in the garage.
When
Dan led Willow back to the kitchen she was looking a little overwhelmed.
"So...
you're rich?" she asked quietly.
"Rich?"
he replied in surprise. Then he smiled and said "I designed and built the
home but it's not mine. I just live in it during the winter months when no one
else is here. The home is owned by the Noskov family from Russia. They are...
incredibly rich, and generous. I was unofficially adopted by the Noskov's when
I... helped get them out of a hot zone in Iraq during the war. They let me
build them this house and I get to live in it. They also set me up with a...
trust fund I guess you'd call it. When I need something I can tap into it. I
don't think I'm rich but I'm pretty comfortable. I mean I have my engineering
degree and the stuff I learned building this house has set me up in a very
lucrative business of designing custom energy systems for people wanting to
live off the grid. I have patents pending on several of the components and
their designs. There is also a waiting list of customers wanting me to design
for their specific environments. I can do most of that right from here. All
that brings in a good income... huh, maybe I am rich or at least have the
potential to be!" he smiled at the delight in Willow's eyes.
Dan busied himself making some herbal tea. It still wasn't time
for dinner yet but a snack would be good. He wanted to ensure Willow started
taking in the calories she needed to get back to a healthy weight. He dropped
some bread slices in the toaster and pulled out the peanut butter. He poured
the tea and sweetened it for Willow. He spread the peanut butter on toast
watching it melt. Then he stopped. Dan was pissed at himself again but he kept
that anger inside so he wouldn't spook Willow. He just made an assumption that might
have been really bad for her. "Willow, are you allergic to anything? Like
nuts?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she replied.
"Have
you eaten peanut butter before? Do you like it?" Dan asked.
"Yes,
I love peanut butter but I've never had it on toast," she said.
Dan
shook off the tremble that crept up his back. He needed to know more about her
to prevent something like this from happening again. He saw the notepad was
still on the table. He carried the herbal teas to the table then brought Willow
her peanut butter toast.
She
looked at him when she saw he didn't have any toast in front of him.
"You
need the calories. I'll wait for dinner," he said with a smile.
Willow
carefully picked up her toast and took a small bite. When the warm peanut
butter hit her tongue a broad smile spread across her face. "I LOVE peanut
butter toast!" she gushed. She took a few more bites.
He
grinned at her delight and picked up the notepad. After a sip of his tea he
looked at Willow and asked "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to see how
much more of your history we can fill in." She continued to munch on the
toast and sip at the tea but gave him a nod.
"Do
you recall the name of the man Percy, uh, took you from?" He still felt
weird saying that.
"Herman
Denk. He was a doctor. He gave me my new tits and fixed me so I couldn't make
babies or have a period." she said.
Dan's
stomach clenched. She said it like it was nothing but Dan was grateful to Percy
for having killed the bastard who butchered Willow for his own needs and
enjoyment. He took a deep breath and wrote down the Doctor's name and the
approximate year he died. "Do you recall how long you lived with Herman?
How many winters or summers?" he asked her next.
Willow
looked confused then sad. "Herman lived in Las Vegas and I stayed inside
in my room most of the time when he wasn't taking me out to parties. I don't
remember how long that was but I think I stayed with him the longest. Before we
moved to Las Vegas we were in Florida. That's where he poisoned and killed
Officer Warren Greggs and took me from him. Officer Greggs used his handcuffs
on me a lot and beat me because I wasn't worthy of having sex with him. That's
where these scars came from." She showed him the rough white ridges
encircling both of her wrists. Obviously the cuffs had done some serious damage
to her skin at that time as the scar tissue was extensive. "He kept me
chained in a room in his basement. When I got sick Officer Greggs brought
Herman to fix me. We moved to Las Vegas after Officer Greggs was dead."
Dan
was feeling a little queasy but while Willow was feeling talkative he'd get the
information from her. As long as he had names and knew they had died he could
find their obituaries and work out a timeline from that. He jotted down some
notes and nodded at Willow to continue.
"Madam
Tallia was my Mistress before Officer Greggs took me from her. She lived in a
big old house in Georgia. She was angry a lot. She had been hurt in a car
accident and she lost her eye. She wore a fancy eye patch but her mouth was so
cruel. She told me I looked just like the bitch who destroyed her beauty. She
would tie me up and burn my arms and legs with her cigarettes." Willow
pointed out a few of the older circular scars running up her arms. "She
told me that she was saving my face for later. I was always terrified that she
was going to burn my face. Officer Greggs was at one of her parties. He found
me tied up in my bedroom and put me in the trunk of his car. He told me he
burned Mistress Tallia's house down with her inside."
Willow
took a long sip of her tea to moisten her throat as she was unaccustomed to
talking for so long.
"Mistress
Tallia got me from Mr. Bill who brought me to one of her parties. Mistress
Tallia called him Buffalo Bill because she said he was from that 'miserable
place'. She told me that she wasn't going to give me back to Mr. Bill. She told
me she gave him poisoned heroin so he wouldn't come back to get me the morning
after the party and he didn't so I guess he's dead. When I was with Mr. Bill we
moved around a lot and we lived out of his car. I don't remember his last name.
Sometimes he gave me drugs and I would forget things. He loaned me out to
people who gave him drugs and took me to lots of sex parties. I think Mr. Bill
bought me from my mom's boyfriend when she died." Willow's voice ran out
at that point. It was the longest Dan had ever heard her speak and while the
subject matter was horrific to him, he was so glad that he got her story. He
could work with this.
"Do
you remember your mom's name?" he asked gently. She thought about it then
shook her head sadly.
"Do
you remember how old you were when your mom died?" he asked.
Willow
sat quietly for a minute thinking. "I remember... a tenth birthday party.
I think it was shortly after that when some men came to the house looking for
mom's boyfriend. I was playing outside but I heard them yelling 'where is he'.
When they left I went inside and she was dead. When her boyfriend got home he
took me with him in the car and we drove away. He met Mr. Bill at a truck stop
on the highway and sold me to him."
Dan
sat looking at Willow. He couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight. Her mother
was murdered when she was 10 and she was immediately sold off into the sex
trade and slavery? How could that not screw you up? He opened his arms and
Willow was immediately curled up on his lap and in his arm
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