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Chapter 12 The Rabbit Hole Called Despair
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Groggy and in a daze, the young Saiyan victim had woken once more. As she attempts to move her stiff limbs, she realizes she is still chained against the wall. Her eyes still heavy take effort to open, caused of course by all of the different drugs she had been exposed to. She had never felt this much pain, shame, and loneliness in her small existence of life. Time seemed to be nonexistent on the ship since she had the unfortunate pleasure of taking residence on it. In the dim room she was chained up like a wild animal and it seemed that she was being treated like one. Her only relief came in the form of the small creature that had snuck its way on the ship. The little black cat with the his large eyes, biggest eyes that she had ever seen, had found his way not long ago to her cell. Being abandoned together, she had decided to name the little fellow Hope. Although, she wasn't entirely sure if that was the best name giving her circumstances.
With her mind out of commission for a while, and only the small comfort of the company of the cat, Sanshi had found her mind wandering in a hazy fog. Desperate to seek any clarity of her mind would drift back to the one place in her memories she felt safe, memories of her father. There were times in this place where she would feel safe. Happiness in this place rarely came, for her it was when her father came to visit. She couldn't decide if his visits were real, a dream, a hallucination from isolation, or the worst case a hallucination from the drugs. The better question was did she care? Just being able to see her father, even in the state she was forced into, somehow made the humiliating pain she had to endure bearable. She hadn't realized how much she had missed him until her mind was conjuring him for her to interact with. Although, never better than the real thing at least the imitation of him with his voice and words gave her the strength to endure.
In her somewhat conscious state she weakly observed the little black ball of fur make his way over to her to rest against her leg. She, with the limited mobility that she could muster, strained herself to reach and lightly pet the small creature. With her extended leg before her, she tapped her toe against the metal 'pet' bowl she was given for her rations. The light clinking of metal drew the attention of Hope towards where her leftover food was kept. "Sorry Hope, I know it isn't much . . . " She rasped dryly out towards her small friend. As she watched the little guy eat his meal, she couldn't help but think she had no idea how long she had been here. One thing she knew for certain, she was absolutely terrified of this place, it was her hell. In her mind's eye, she traveled back to her first day here and how she was covered in that bastard's blood, and then the memory of her new 'Master' stepping on her head soon assaulted her right after.
She couldn't help but sigh rather annoyed at the blinding problem in front of her. The drugs were her biggest issue, and whenever they wanted to move her, change her, heal her, or do anything their sick twisted minds wanted. They would find a way to drug induce her to whatever whims they had planned. All time had lost its meaning as the shift between this world and her subconscious began to blend together. She had felt as though she was in this sort of limbo or different dimension of reality. It had really reminded her of this book she used to read an old work entitled 'Alice in Wonderland'. What was unnerving was she began to associate the main little girl with herself in this vast hellish place. Everything was different and always in the most demented of ways. She was constantly in fear of her life, or for whatever torture methods they planned for that matter. The little Saiyan had often pondered on the last time she had felt truly safe. If it wasn't bad enough to lose her cool in fear, there was also the guilt that accompanied it. Her father had mentioned more times than she liked to admit about the dangers of drugs and how its effects could permanently damage and taint a person. She couldn't stop them, so she had no choice but to endure. He must be rolling over in his grave...if even had one. Worse to know his daughter was stupid enough to be caught in this trap with no way out.
The guilt she felt over this fact was crushing. She wished she could admit the torture was worse, but nothing overtook the guilt she felt for failing her father. There was no doubt in her mind it was the guilt that she should have known better. Paid more attention to her father's lesson that would have kept her from this fate. She strived to never disappoint her hero, but now she had betrayed that great faith he had in her. Just thinking about how great of a disappointment she was brought unshed tears to her eyes as she attempted to focus on the eating kitty. Sniffling, she searched her memories and found the image of the slave girl in the chinese dress. Was she in a situation just as dire as hers? Was that slave girl her? Regretfully, she had to silently admit to the flickering light of this cell that indeed she was. The first of the tears of this waking fell down her already stained cheeks.
Through her watery vision she saw her father reaching down a gentle hand to help her to her feet. Was he really here or was she dreaming again? She had decided that it didn't matter as her hand reached out to grasp his. Unfortunately, like most things in her life, she had felt nothing but the empty air. His caring face appeared looking back down at her like she had fallen for a prank of his or- she felt hot tears stinging her cheeks. Disappointment bloomed in her chest as the familiar pain of realizing this was all fake hit her again. Her mere life was a fucking cycle of disappointment and humiliation. She had struggled to focus on the truths of who she was reciting it like a monk's mantra. Her name was Sanshi, her father was Trunks Vegeta Briefs: hero of the people. If this world was going to take everything from her, she'd be damned if it took the truth from her. She never wanted to forget that she was the daughter of the greatest hero of all time...and that he was dead. Even if it was a bittersweet truth, she needed to continue to remember before they tainted the last memory of him against her to drive her mad. Her little Hope had noticed her hallucinations, and quickly approached to lightly bite her finger in an attempt to bring her out of it. The pain had forced her mind back to this realm and place. The image of her father reaching out his hand fading into the dim cell light above her. Her heart hurt in ways that words could never describe.
"T-Thanks Hope I needed that..." Her watery tone whimpered. She used her good hand and lightly scratched his ear with content purring coming from the sweet creature. Sometimes she wondered if this cat knew more about what was going on than she did. What a crazy thought? Clearly these drugs were doing more damage to her memory than she'd like to admit, but who would notice, or care. She was alone in this place. Her watery vision returned to gaze upon Hope sitting on her lap,"Thank you Hope. You may never realize just how grateful I truly am for you being here." Her tears wouldn't stop falling as she felt so broken inside her own mind. "T-Thank you for at-at least being here with m-me." Sensing her gratitude, the small cat climbed up into her shoulder licking her hot, salty tears away. Hope brought her mind back again and again it seemed. This little creature was surely the only reason she kept going on in this place. As her tears slowed, she began to take inventory again of her surroundings and reflect upon the current situation she found herself in.
Analyze just like father always taught her, her eyes search her body for any injuries. She must have been healed recently as her memory of the the last time she was fully conscious was but a distant blur. There was one small shock she had come to realize as she looked on her shoulder to see Hope playing with the ends of her hair. What was once the beautiful essence of pink was replaced by an ominous black ink of hair dye. Her eyes widen in her awareness of what happened to her once proud locks of hair. Another loss welled up within her, and had almost spilled over once again. She loved her hair and how beautiful it's color it was. Now to have it replaced with such a disgraceful shade of black, and was another blow. They really were taking everything she had loved away, and she once again let them do it. She hated just how weak she was, how ill trained and unprepared she had been for them to do this. It was like every time she had stepped out of the fog they created, there was another bastardized version of herself that she continued to loathe and hate. She was letting them do this, that is what her father would say. She could practically hear him scoffing from the afterlife at just how she let her weakness be her downfall. She felt such shame as she bowed her head.
In her self pity, she could only see one face, the face of her Master. She couldn't get the way he looked at her. The one thing she would never forget though, was what she represented to him. She was nothing more than a piece of meat to him, some meat he was tenderizing before cooking to enjoy. This monster was everything her nightmares were made up and so much more. He was her tormentor, the reason she struggled to breathe; the reason she couldn't sleep at night. By the gods he left a horrible, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. He was grooming her, but for what she dared not to ponder long on. The worst truth about all of this that this would, and very likely would only get worse. What truly terrified her though, was the fact that she knew there was no one coming to save her. No one knew her in this time. The constant reminder of this always made her feel the need to vomit. Instantly her thoughts were brought to a halt as the familiar sound of footsteps filled the block of cells she was in. The steps would echo into the hollow spaces, and ironically in her heart. She had resisted the urge to piss herself as she felt conditioned to do when she heard those sounds. It could only mean one thing: trouble.
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"Oh yeah she's down this way." A distant voice says in a hushed tone,"She is quite the little looker even for a stupid monkey." The footsteps drew closer, and her heart nearly skipped several beats as she knew the dreaded truth, they where they coming for her again. She had an unnerving feeling that this constant state of true fear would never leave her..
"You really think Lord Cooler would let us take her?" A second voice added, what appeared to be two men, as they finally reach her cell while shining a bright light on her. Squinting through the offending brightness, she could tell that there were two of Cooler's personal guards standing near her cell door.
"Yeah, he said after he has enjoyed her, she will be open season for everyone. So as long as we keep our ranks, the shit will be ours." The one that spoke in his dark chuckling tone was a tall Beppen, from the looks of his dark green skin. She spotted the other one that she recognized was a short Makyan; his white hair, pointed ears, and fangs his defining features. They were the typical warriors one might see in a Kold's entourage.
"I've never slept with a Saiyan before but I've heard it's pretty amazing! Not to mention this one is supposedly quite young, meaning she will be twice the fun, if you know what I mean," the Makyan says probably imagining some lewd things as he laughed along with his partner. Neither male seemed to pay any mind to the grimiance of the poor child that they planned such cruel things for.
"I don't mind the age as long as they are pretty. I can't stand fucking something ugly." The Beppen bends down to get a closer look as he steps into the cell. The cat had long since taken off as not to be seen by these two. "And I dare say, Lord Cooler has hit quite the jackpot with this one. She's not damn muscular like those other Saiyan bitches, and look at her fuckin' eyes! They look pretty rare right," He smirked exceedingly more excited.
"I wouldn't know. I've never really met too many Saiyan sluts." His friend remarks while taking a good look for himself. The two reminded her of the Garians that were 'keeping watch' over her on that bastard Dyon's ship. Clearly they had appeared strong, stupid, and probably just as twisted as the master that they were willing to serve. She had no doubts in her mind just how sick and perverted these men were. The lingering thought left an empty, dreaded feeling in the pit of her stomach as she tried to pay them no mind. She was peering around to make sure sure that the small cat was out of their view. Thankfully that the creature appeared to be hidden, she let her mind wander back to thoughts of her father. This time, she recalled again the time by the fire, his face. She forced herself to concentrate on the lines of his face or his familiar scent when she had cried in his arms. She thought how strong, and safe his arms were as they wrapped around her tight. His arms were the best as she felt that they protected her from all the cruelty of this universe. Those arms were her shield as she felt safe, warm, and protected within them. As long as he wrapped them around her, nothing would ever touch her.
"Hey girl! I am fucking talking to you, you stupid little fuckin' monkey!" the Makyan broke her train of thought as he hit the wall with his light. The large, sharp sound rudely ripped her back to this reality as she blinked confused. Avoiding their eyes best she could muster, she dared to glance up at the brute and his stupid Beppen friend with the big dumb face. "Are you mute already or something, stupid bitch? I fucking asked ya a question! When I fucking ask you something, answer me or you will fucking regret it, ya got that dumb bitch?"
"A question?" She struggled to comprehend what was being asked. Her mind was muddled in the drug induced fog as she struggle to think about what was being demanded a moment longer.
"Yeah what's your damn name?" He asked harshly. She was just reciting it to herself, wasn't she? Oh right Sanshi, her name was Sanshi. Internally, she debated what telling them her name could mean? Would it damage her anymore than she was already? Not really, if anything it would make her easier to sympathise with. Her memory once again brought up her father's advice, 'never name something you'll have to get rid of, you'll only grow attached'. It was a dark truth she learned while trying to sneak a pet along during one of their missions. Ironically...like she was doing now with the small cat. When would she ever learn? She had already named the blasted creature, she really was hopeless.
"My name is Sanshi..." She was more surprised at the fact her voice didn't waiver in the face of the predominant danger that stood before her. Maybe it was the recent thought of her father's arm that gave her strength. The two look at her seriously, the Beppen's eyes focused solely on her body.
"Sanshi huh? What the fuck kind of name is that? Who the hell names their dumbass kid a stupid name like that?" The Beppen spoke his insults but with no sign of maliciousness on his features. Instead was almost a 'dopey' kind of expression. His mind apparently was taking him to all kinds of places that it shouldn't. Just the thought of getting to taste something that looks so damn innocent made his heart start to race and did little to lighten his desire for the little Saiyan female. The Makyan, rolling his eyes, grabbed his friend's shoulder as if to pull him back to the reality of the situation.
"What's the point of asking her anything? When it's our turn with her, I'm sure as fuck ain't gonna ask her dumbass questions. Who fucking cares what her name is cause' she ain't gonna be in no condition for fuckin' small talk," the Makyan spoke with an almost sadistic smile showing his distinct fangs in such a way that the dim light reflected off them to give a menacing glare. Their words brought no solace to the young Saiyan. With this kinds of visit, it could only mean that the time was quickly approaching when the master could no longer hold back from a truly abusive path. The real sadistic nature of this place was approaching quickly for her. A chill suddenly ran up her spine at just the thought of that thing, or any other creature, touching her in that way made her want to vomit again and was that much harder to hold down. No she couldn't let the bastard, or any of his sick men, defile her like that! He could beat her up, break every fucking bone in her body, and drug the shit out of her, but to take the last shred of her dignity? She would never allow it! Finally coming to terms at what they were discussing, she poorly attempted to hold herself in order to stop herself from trembling too much. This is when she finally looked to see the two men had left and were already walking down the cell block to probably find at another poor soul to fulfill their desires on in this trapped hell.
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She felt the guilty relief fill her in the fact that this late-night visit wasn't a warrant call from her Master, whom she had a sneaking suspicion would be by far the worst. He had all manner of outlandish torture devices that he used at his disposal. His unorthodox methods consisted of him shooting arrows into her, stabbing her brought him great pleasure, ripping her flesh open and sticking salt like substances in her wounds were almost the worst as she would scream until her throat was raw and gave out, and lastly, and maybe his most painful was his desire to break every bone in her body then resetting it just to watch her suffer. He had a particular fascination with impaling her as well just so he could jubilantly laugh at her misfortune. This same laughter haunted her mind to the point of breaking it time and time again. She continued to have this sinking feeling she would never escape him.
As she succumbed to her tears once more, she felt the cat come out of his hiding spot and rub against her leg once more. She sadly smiled at the small black fur ball when she recognized that this little guy was relying on her for protection and food. The thought occurred to her, she was a terrible owner. Those trail of hot tears kept running down her cheeks. She had thought by now she would have cried out all her tears, but it seemed she would always procure more somehow. It seemed no matter how hard she had been trying, she couldn't stop crying. She felt she was in this endless void of despair with no light in any direction. The one continuously running thought was the realization that no one was coming to save her. She was going to die here in this small cell in this pathetic state. Who was she really kidding? She was going to be just like that slave girl; and maybe she had the right idea. She was smart to end it all. After all, wasn't she lying to herself that there would be happy ending to all this suffering?
Her line of sight turned towards the curled up purring cat on her lap. A sadness deeper than a moment ago dampened her mood; try as she might to fight back and protect it, this small cat would die just like her. What was even more disturbing with this enlightened thought, had also brought her a strange sense of calmness. If she was going to die anyway, why would she worry about what was to come? If she was going to be lost in this world did it matter how much she struggled to fight. Hadn't she already lost her father and his faith in her already? Surely, he can't be in the afterlife proud of her actions. So it would be safe to say he had already given up on her. Relishing in the moment of suddenly taking that weight off her shoulders, she heightened her senses to this cruel plane of existence that she found herself trapped in and then she let it consume her. She needed to let go of the notion of escape because even if she did, where in the world would she escape to? Where, in this universe, could she possibly go and be accepted?
She was brought out of her own reverie by a the sound of the all too familiar set of footsteps making their way down the hall. These particular steps were easy to tell who they belonged to. At the first sound of them, the blood in Sanshi's veins ran cold as her thoughts were suddenly and abruptly changed to the owner of the sound. In her mind she could clearly see the pair of specialty made fighting boots with the metal on the heel. It was a scare tactic, she knew, no doubt to condition the victim into knowing what dangerous, ominous presence would be coming for them. She wasn't so foolish to believe that those boots wouldn't be coming for her, but what was unsettling was the speed that they were approaching. Usually he would walk towards her quickly eager to start the day or night events quickly. What stilled her racing heart was the menacing slow steps approaching, maybe a new scare tactic..
Cooler's right hand Jetson, was a clean cut meticulous man that was dressed in purple armor clearly designed custom in his own personal style. Although the man appeared kind for a person in this sort of place, his looks were deceiving as he was just as cruel as his ruler Cooler. He had a nasty habit of reminding those who would be fooled of just how dangerous, and evil he truly was. His method and tactics were significantly more subtle than the average torturer in this hellhole, but what he lacked for in his subtlety he certainly made up for in the pain he inflicted upon his victims. He would always get a sick, twisted pleasure out of his methods whether it be the metal clinks of his heels, the sadistic grin on his face when he would stab his injections in the unwilling participant, or even the moment when said participant would be woken by inflicting as much pain as he could as he was about to 'play' with his little toys.
Being Cooler's right hand man came with all the perks and privileges one might expect. Which included getting a front row seat to the torturous art of observing the great Ice-jin work on his next helpless pray. If one was so lucky, the great ruler might even allow participation in his work. Of course, Jetson alway deeply enjoyed taking part whenever Cooler allowed him to have a hand in breaking the target of their fancy, the man relished in it.
Click, click, click . . . the sharp sound of his heels heading down the hall reverberated in the depths of her mind as each step drew the monster only that much closer. Her once still heart began to race against its will. That monster was coming for her she knew it; but knowing didn't make it that less terrifying. Her mind racked itself to why exactly it was happening again so quickly? How long ago had they taken her last? What day was it? How long had it been since she landed. Being stuck in this cell where she could only see the three walls left little idea of time or day. Not that it mattered what time of day she was being beaten, but it would be nice to know exactly how long she had been held in captivity against her will.
Click, click, click . . . the footsteps drawing ever closer. Somehow in her fear, it dawned on her that the little furry creature was still nestled on her lap. Her eyes snapped towards the little kitty as he gazed back at her. It was almost as if he could sense her fear. He attempted to sooth her by rubbing against her leg once more and then quickly moved towards the safety of his hiding spot. She couldn't help but feel the twinge of jealousy at the security of where the small cat had seeked his refuge. Oh, how she envied him, if only she was the size of the cat. If only she too could hide in a small hole in the wall till the danger past. To be small again would mean no one would hurt her, which also mean that her father would be there to protect her. What would she give to just to be safe once more?
Click, click, click . . . it was time. She continued to have her head bowed as the heels stopped right in front of her cell, she dared not look up even for a peak. She learned rather quickly that if she glanced up even once, that the consequences were not worth the means. She needed to give them complete obedience and she hated herself even more for complying this way. However, she needed to live, wanted to survive. It may have been futile to want such a hope as dangerous as that, but she wanted to try anyway. This notion in and of itself, gave her enough hope to keep pushing her through each torture method. She wanted to live, feel the sun on her skin again, breath the fresh air and swim in clear waters. Then again, hope was a dangerous thing, wasn't it?
In vain hope she felt that maybe, just maybe the reason for her nightmares would just walk away and let her be if she was just as obedient and still. Once again though, her prayers were not answered. Her blood turned cold when she heard him speak,"Dear me, little Saiyan, I do believe you should be awake by now?" He mocked with deceiving concern. She hadn't needed to look up to see his signature, sadistic grin planted on his smug face. The little Saiyan had to repress the urge to shudder as the creaking, metal sound of the cell door unlocking filled the silence. Just the sound alone had her heart jackhammering from the fear.
"Come, come now, little monkey. Lord Cooler has got something quite special planned just for you this evening," she heard Jetson stifle his own laughter as he finished his sentence. Still, she would not lift her head, this was a trap and the more she fed into it the harder things got on her end. She needed to be obedient at all cost. Not receiving a reply he makes his way toward her. Click, click, click, even with that short distance, the deafening sound of his heels were twice as sharp. He yanked her up by her good arm. The strain from her heavy restraints pulled her as he pressed her chains against the wall and forcing her to look him straight in the eye. Any words she had died in her throat as the dryness only tightened its hold around her vocal chords.
"Much better. See that wasn't so difficult was it? So ready to go?" He spoke casually, and for once, he didn't pull out a needle to inject her with. Why did he want her awake? What did all this that mean for her? Her mind ran a thousand miles a minute as Jetsan towered over her. She couldn't seem to understand why any of this was happening? Why, exactly had they not put her in that fog? Why were they talking to her? Panic showed as goosebumps on her skin as she attempted to dissect each word he was telling her. What madness was this?
He could only laugh at her confused expression while he unlocked her chains around her body, roughly letting her fall to his feet. His tall form towered over her with that sickening grin still plastered on his face. Was he . . . letting her go? 'No way…' She desperately thought. No, this… this had to be some sort of trick? He grasped her hand and yanked her to her feet dragging her out of cell. She followed him, having never left the cell in the right state of mind. For some reason he wanted her conscious.
"You need to get cleaned up sweety, can't have you all dirty and smelly for Lord Cooler now can we?" His voice was sickly sweet as he guided her down the hall to a room she had never been before. The room had five women and what appeared to be showers, fresh clothes, and delicious food. This can't be good, she thought her eyes searching the room for the trick the weapon or whatever else would be used to harm her. "We need her cleaned up and dress her in something Lord Cooler will like. This will be a fine night for the little Saiyan . . . a fine night." The ladies bow and take the young saiyan's hand as Jetson leaves the room, the comforting sound of the clicking heels moving away putting her a little more at ease. The oldest looking woman looks down on the young saiyan with sympathy.
"All right little cutie, this is the bath house. I am the head of the bath house Gina. Relax there is nothing to harm you here, however don't get too comfortable because them bringing you hear means only one thing," she takes a breath. Sanshi already knew what she was hinting at but the women in the room looked at her and saw an innocent naive little girl. She decided to stay in that role hoping it would keep whatever pain that was to be had here at bay.
"What . . does that mean," she asks the fear clear in her voice. The women's faces turn more sympathetic as Gina pulls her into a hug. She knew it wasn't out of actual caring but the hug did wonders for the small saiyan. The first true warmth in what seemed like an eternity, tears began to fall as well.
"Your going to become a bed slave," the woman finishes in a sympathetic tone, "but that also means you will be brought here often to be cleaned. We may not look like much but we want to help in any way we can. For now though let's get you clean alright." The warmth of the room made it easy to forget about what was to come. The ladies talked to her about how cute she was and complemented her on how well she was holding up. Sanshi imagined this is what a mother would feel like and used this place to escape her coming reality. The water was warm and scented with oils and rose petals, the chatter of the ladies lightened the mood of doomed girl.
Surely this is how Alice felt at the tea party before the crazy events that took place afterword. They made her try on a whole slew of odd outfits commenting on ones that made her look better or laughing when one looked totally ridiculous. For Sanshi it was like gossiping with friends she had known for years, even if it was just a front. She was sad when they had completed their work, she looked beautiful. It was as if this whole being trapped on Cooler's ship and tortured were only a bad dream. Her hair was combed and cut with precision and they added light makeup to accentuate her features, this was the first time the young saiyan had ever worn makeup. The outfit was cute on her, she had to admit though it left little to the imagination. It was a two piece dress in a light pink shade. The top was a halter her back exposed till the shirt tightly wrapped around her stomach. The skirt was frilly and layered so that if she spun the skirt would come up.
"Your so adorable," Gina says looking at her handiwork, "it must feel good to be clean again." Gina's eyes watch Sanshi's as the young Saiyan takes herself in. She feels a small surge of confidence build up inside her, only to have it shattered at the sound of the clicking heels coming down the hallway. Gina looks at the door knowing all too well what is to come for the small girl, "hey listen to me. No matter what they do to you don't give them the satisfaction," Sanshi looks at her confused and scared at the same time. "When it starts escape into your mind," her look turns to concern for the young girl, "go away where they can't get you and it will be over before you know it." The door swings open as Jetson stands eager to see the progress made by the group.
"Oh my, clean up well don't you little saiyan," his smile far more cruel than before. Sanshi takes one last look at the ladies who gave her warmth before Jetson grabs her wrist hard and yanks her out of the room. His pace is quick and eager again, the ladies were right, she needed to go to her own place in her mind. He drags her down through two sets of guards to Cooler's personal quarters. Sanshi memorized every hall as she could feel her stomach in her throat and with every step it took all of her strength to not vomit the little bit of food she had. Finally he brought her through the doors to where Cooler was waiting, she avoided what she assumed was a sick and twisted grin. "I have brought her for you my Lord," Jetson says bowing before him.
"Good good, now leave," Cooler says clearly impatient for what was about to come. Jetson bows and takes his leave locking the door behind him. Sanshi still petrified stares at her feet, not daring to make eye contact. He wastes no time, grabbing her from behind as he begins his dark work. As he steals her innocence, she escapes into her mind imagining her father's arms and smiling face. She had found her safe place just like the ladies told her too.