Chapter Eight - His Father
Samantha climbed the stone stairs
Passed by open, closed doors
Peered inside all that were unlocked
Looked longingly out windows
Stared at the bright sun outside
She felt soft carpet under her feet
Passed a different door
A door with a gold handle
Not the typical silver.
When the knob turned,
He looked up
The first thing he saw
Where the dress lay on her chest
Welcoming, inviting
Forgetting his work,
David's father pinned Samantha to the wall
Clawed at her dress
Pulled at her hair
Left no part of her body untouched
She screamed louder than ever before.