Little Girl Lost Chapter Two

Hello, I’m Susan Benson, the “Little Girl Lost.” I wanted to write the second part of this story to clarify what followed, since I’ve been a catalyst in most of the events from this point. Officer Bill Smith kidnapped and raped me vaginally and orally in the first chapter of this story. He got lazy after raping me and let down his guard. He dozed off long enough I called my mom. I told her I was with Officer Smith, and he’d found me and would bring me home.
Why didn’t I simply have him arrested? He had been brutally cruel to me, and I’d known he would not have let me live for long as his slave. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. Oh, I neglected to mention I’m only thirteen years old, but Bill seemed thoroughly afraid of what I could do to him now.
Mom had been near hysterics when she heard my voice and would be on the warpath if I were not returned within the next hour. She’d said dad had flown in from Washington, DC. He is no one to tangle with over any of his three children, and I am his Baby Doll. I think it’s because I look like a clone of my Mom he adores so much, yet he and I are compatible and loving 24/7.
Back to my reasoning in not turning my rapist in? When Bill had first seen me I was a powerless thirteen- year-old child, who couldn’t keep the neighbor’s dog from chasing me off my block. Now, I literally owned a police officer’s future. This sex thing interested me, too, a lot! I wanted to learn more about it, and Bill seemed to be proficient at it. He had a house, a car, and an income, and I could learn so much faster from him than from the teen-age boys I knew.
I looked at Bill, and noticed he wasn’t eating the sandwich I’d fixed for him. I asked him, “You’re not hungry?”
“If I ate anything,” he said, “I’d only throw it back up.”
I laughed wickedly at him, “Yes, and I’d make you lick it all up! Listen Bill, if you don’t do anything else stupid I’ll do my best to cover for you. You have to understand, though, if I so much as stub my toe on the way home Dad and Mom will crucify you and make you suffer!”
“Oh, I’m suffering now.” He said. “How could I ever have been so stupid? I am so sorry, Susan.”
I shrugged and told him, “That’s water under the bridge, now. You saw something you wanted and you took it. I’m doing the same. I want you to be my lover, but without all the pain and me taking orders. If you will listen to me we can both have what we want. If you cross me,” I warned him, “you won’t be given a second chance!”
Bill began promising me his undying love and loyalty forever, but I was busy thinking how to get what I wanted out of this screw up of his. “Get dressed and drive me home.” I told him, “The sooner I get there the less trouble there will be. You tell everyone you found me the other side of town, wandering dazed and disoriented. Say I wouldn’t tell you anything. Can you do that?”
“Yes, I will do it, Susan, thank you!” he said. “I owe you my life!”
“Yes, you do.” I said. “As well as your career, your freedom, and the virginity of your own behind. I’ve heard rumors of the things that happen in prisons.”
We both dressed and Bill drove me home. I kissed him passionately in the car and assured him I could pull this role off, if he would do his own part. What are my credentials at acting? I’ve been studying theater under my mom and dad during the thirteen years since my birth. We pulled up at our house and Bill walked me to the door, as he should have done hours before.
Mom and Dad must have been watching for us, because they came running out. Mom swept me up in her arms, though she’s a tiny woman herself. She’s not that much larger than I am.
I’d noticed some moms develop super human strength when their kids are threatened, and I’d been missing for hours. “Mommy!” I cried, “He hurt me!” Mom turned to Dad, and Dad wrapped us both in his big arms. I got a good look at Bill’s face. He was white as a ghost! I was thrilled by that, he deserved to be frightened.
My Dad went into a rage, he’s a big man, six and a half foot tall. He looks even larger than that when he’s angry, and at that moment he was very angry! “Who hurt you, Baby Doll?”
“I don’t know, Daddy.” I wailed! “I don’t remember seeing his face.” I was very sure Bill was heaving a big sigh of relief. I wanted him out of the loop for arrest for now, but for obvious reasons I would have to always have him closely under my control.