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BETRAYED

a lovely young ballerina.” Still smiling, he stopped within inches
of my face.
I tried to shift away from him, but my back hit the wall. He
put a hand on my cheek and stroked it gently. I wanted to trust
him, but his touch made my skin crawl.
“My name is Arthur,” he said in a deep, rich voice. “You can
call me Art, or even Daddy, if you prefer. Laurel, beautiful
Laurel, we’re going to be very good friends.”
My voice was all soft and buttery. “Art, please tell me where
I am.”
He didn’t answer. His breathing quickened. He walked
across the room without saying one word. He took off his
jacket, shirt and tie and folded them neatly on the little chair.
His pale body sagged like blob of dough. Curly gray hair
sprouted from his blubbery chest.
My heart beat so fast I feared it would burst.
First he fingered his belt, unbuckled it, then unzipped his
pants. His big belly spilled out like a fluffy white pillow.
Something poked out of the opening in his white silky shorts.
In a fast motion, he reached out and pulled me closer. One
hand held my head against the wall so I couldn’t move. He
pushed his lips on mine, then shoved his tongue into my
mouth. I gagged. My throat seemed to close up. His other hand
jabbed between my legs. He pushed his fingers inside my
underpants.
Lemon-scented cologne mixed with his sweat made me
want to throw up.
Those strange, glittery eyes became wild. “Fight me, Honey.
Go ahead, you beautiful little bitch. Fight me. Daddy likes it
that way.”
I couldn’t get away from him. His hand flew to the front of
the fancy corset they’d dressed me in and ripped it from my
body. As it fell to the floor, a bright red tutu fluttered down
beside it. He tore at my underpants. They dropped on top of the
little pile. I heard the sound of someone screaming—screaming,

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