Chapter Four

Shilo quietly approached the end of the tunnel, light seeping from a crack in the wall. She stopped just before the wall, bending down and squinting to see through the tiny crack. Large wooden walls and a wide staircase came into view. She could see the front door, the stain glass window sparkling with the light from the street outside. Shilo softly pushed at the wall and it came loose, moving slowly as she did and softly creaking as the hings turned. Shilo ceased the movement of the door, stepping through it and carefully closing it behind her, making sure it snapped into place before she turned around and made for the stairs. She bent down just before the railing of the stairs on her left met her head, peeking through the wooden bars and scanning her surroundings. The small living room showed no signs of movement, the fireplace bereft of light and the furniture undisturbed. She glanced over to her right, the door to the kitchen closed and her father's jacket missing from the coat hanger. He hadn't returned yet, Shilo let out a soft sigh of relief and began to climb the staircase, remaining cautious in her movements. When she reached the first landing, she peered over her shoulder, the feeling of eyes watching her sending a shiver up her spine. There appeared to be no one but her in the house, but she just couldn't shake the feeling.
Shaking her head, Shilo continued to climb the stairs, making her way to her bedroom. She reached the top and began down the dark, winding hallway that led to her room. Numerous portraits of her mother covered the walls as she walked, their image slightly rotating as she moved, seeming to follow her movements. The hologram pictures that plastered her home freaked her out a little. Their house was almost a shrine to her mother, and while she had always wished she could have known her, Shilo didn't really see the need for there to be so many photos. Every room of their house had at least one photo of her mother in it, including her own. As Shilo reached the door to her room, she felt eyes on her again, spinning around and checking behind her once more before turning the door knob. No one.

Safely in her room with the door shut and locked as her father had left it, Shilo pulled the plastic sheet away from the foot of her bed and dumped her bag out onto the mattress. She began to sort through the various things that had poured out of it, and organizing them based on where they belonged in her room. Her belongings neatly placed in small piles, Shilo hung her bag on a nail that protruded from one of the posts on her bed, stretching her arms out and looking down at her clothes. She was filthy. Dust, dirt, and cobwebs were strewn all over her shirt and skirt, small strands of web hanging from her tights and wrapping around her legs. A faint scent caught her attention and she reached up and grabbed part of her shirt, pulling it up to her nose and inhaling the scent. She smelled like the graveyard.

Realizing that she would have to change before her father returned, Shilo wrapped her arms around her waist and grabbed either side of her shirt, pulling it swiftly over her head and tossing it to the floor. She hurriedly wiggled out of her skirt and tights and kicked them off to the side to join her shirt, her shoes following and leaving her standing at the foot of her bed in nothing but her undergarments. She re-positioned her wig, which had fallen from her head upon removing her shirt and walked over to her dresser on the right side of her bed.

As Shilo fumbled through the drawers of her dresser looking for something to put on, she heard the faint sound of a key sliding into the lock on her door. She spun around, eyeing the door handle as it started to shift and turn. In a panic, Shilo scrambled to find something to cover herself. "Just a minute, dad!" she called out. "I'm not decent!" The man behind the door grew silent and stopped fumbling with the door handle, though Shilo could tell that he stood there by the shadows beneath the door. Then the man spoke, his dark, menacing voice sending a chill down Shilo's spine.

"That's not a problem, precious." he said, turning the door handle and pushing the large wooden door into the room. His eyes searched until he found her, clothes strewn on the floor around her and a very small blouse held against her chest, attempting to cover her body. He looked her up and down, his eyes not missing a single detail of her curvaceous silhouette in the dimly lit room. Before his eyes found hers again, he let out a soft groan of approval.

Shilo stared at the man in her doorway that masqueraded as her father. She clutched the blouse closer to her chest, trying to adjust it as much as possible so she wasn't showing anything. Her eyes darted towards her bed and she began to move towards it to crawl beneath the shielding safety of her blanket.

"Ah ah ah." he said, holding up a single finger and wiggling it slightly. "I do not recall permitting you to move." He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, ensuring that it locked behind him and shoving the small brass key into his pocket. He stalked towards her, his head moving side to side as he tried to see as much of her exposed skin as possible.

Shilo swallowed hard, tears stinging the back of her eyes and threatening to fall from her eyes. She continued to hold onto the blouse, now to terrified to move or speak. She avoided eye contact with him, hoping that it would deter him from taking further action tonight and allow him to leave her be.
He stopped walked a mere 5 feet from her, looking her up and down once more than holding his arm out towards her, a sly, evil smile on his face. "I'll be requiring that blouse, if you please." he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Shilo's eyes widened, her pulse quickening and her entire body shaking. Oh, god, she thought. Anything but that. Her hands began to shake as she obeyed him, slowly removing the blouse from her chest and inching it through the air towards his outstretched hand. Him commanding her to allow him to...see only meant one thing. She wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

As the fabric of the blouse touched his fingers he grabbed it, pulling towards him and throwing it to the floor. A cruel chuckle escaped from his mouth as the trembling child before him attempted to cover herself with her arms. He looked over her body once more, his eyes now free to roam where ever they pleased. The curve of her breasts beneath her bra, her lace panties hugging her waist and hips enough to drive him mad, her luscious legs trembling in fear and nearly giving out on her. Her terror excited him and her beauty drove him wild. If this damned father figure wasn't in my way, she'd be mine. He continued simply staring at her for a few moments, taking in ever inch of her body with his eyes, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. "Now," he started, his voice gruff and commanding. "The rest as well."

Shilo looked at him, her face completely drained of color and her eyes widened with terror. "W-What?"

"You heard me." he said, more stern now and staring at her with piercing eyes.

Shilo wrapped her arms around her body tighter, protecting herself and refusing to move. She couldn't...no...she wouldn't do this. She looked down the floor, the black hair of her wig successfully covering her face and shielding her eyes from seeing him.

He stalked closer to her, taking only a few steps and then stopping just close enough so she could sense his presence. "I know you're not going to be as stupid as to disregard an order. If you will not obey," he paused, reaching a hand out to her and gently pulling at the strap of her bra. "I'll do it for you." He pulled hard on the strap, one cup falling off her breast and the strap draping on her shoulder.

Shilo gasped in pain as the bra snapped back against her bare skin and jumped backwards. Her shaking hands moved behind her, unclasping her bra and sliding it off her shoulders slowly. Tears stung her eyes and fell down her face, stinging her hot cheeks. As the loose garment fell to the floor, her emotions over came her and she began to sob, unable to hold her composure anymore. Still shaking uncontrollably, Shilo pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off her body and stood very still. Her entire body was trembling and the tears in her eyes were making it difficult for her to see.

Before she knew it, she was laying in her bed atop her blankets, completely exposed and sobbing. His bare body hovered over hers and she diverted her eyes, locking them on a single photo of her mother that stood on her side table. She wouldn't pay attention, wouldn't even react. She couldn't. She laid there helpless, unable to move even if she wanted to, his strong hands holding her firm on the bed as he touched where ever he pleased. One last tear fell from her eye, dripping down onto her pillow. She closed her eyes and tried to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just until tonight was over.