PICKING UP THE PIECES Chapter 5

[KAIBA'S POV]

An hour had passed since Naia had announced that she was going to lunch. I pressed the intercom button.

"Naia, could you please come in here?"

I waited a few seconds, but there was no response. She should've been back.

I got up and walked out to her desk. She wasn't there. Where was she?

I took the elevator down to the lobby. The guard was nowhere in sight.

"What the hell…? I muttered.

I knew deep-down that something was wrong….DEAD wrong. I recalled how that guard treated her the first day, and how he was always eyeing her. If he so much as harmed one hair on her head…he WOULD pay!

But first, you HAD to find her…at whatever cost.

[MY POV]

The car stopped and I looked out the window. I was back! Back at the hell-hole that I lived in all my life. Sure, it was fine when my mother was alive. But ever since the day she passed away 3 years ago, it had been nothing but a living hell.

The physical abuse began only a month after her death, right after my father took up drinking as a hobby. After suffering so long by his hands, I thought things couldn't get any worse. Oh, how wrong I was.

Two months ago, he came into my room in the middle of the night and forced himself on me. Stealing from me the ONLY thing that wasn't yet broken…my virginity.

Once it started, it never stopped. He would come to me whenever he had the urge, and I, having nobody to confide in…nobody that could possibly help me, accepted it. I had no choice in the matter. It was either that…where the pain subsided in a day or two, or a beating so intense that left bruises and broken bones that would take forever to heal, and scars that would never fade.

"Let's go, Naia. You and daddy have some 'catching up' to do. Don't we….sweet thing?" He sneered as he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car forcefully.

"Daddy…please.." I sobbed.

He grinned evilly as he stroked my cheek, making me cringe. "Don't you worry, little girl. There will be plenty of time for you to beg."

Tears rolled down my face as he dragged me into the house…every hope of escape wiped clean from my mind.

[SETO'S POV]

"There's gotta be something here! Keep looking!" I told Mokuba as the two of us searched Naia's room for some kind of identification card or ANYTHING with a clue as to where she lived.

"How'd her father find her so fast, Seto?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure that guard had SOMETHING to do with it!" I replied angrily as I ripped the sheets off the bed and flipped the mattress over.

"Seto! Look!" Mokuba pointed to a small card that was sitting on the box spring.

I picked it up and looked at it. BINGO! It was a photo I.D., with an address not too far from Domino City.

"Mokuba, you call the police. Tell them to meet me at this address."

"Ok, Seto. Be careful!"

I stopped by the doorway. "I'm more afraid for HER than I am for myself." I said softly, then rushed out the door.

{MY POV]

"I fixed up your room for you, my beautiful one." My father cooed in my ear as he continued dragging me up the stairs.

I looked around, trying to find something to grab and hold on to…anything to delay the inevitable horrors I was bound to endure. But it wouldn't have been any use, due to the vice-like grip he had on your wrist and the determined, not to mention sadistic, look in his eyes.

He opened the door to my room and practically threw you inside. "I hope you like the new…additions." He said, an evil smirk on his face.

I looked around, trying to figure out what he meant. Everything appeared to be the same as it was when I left. That's when I glanced at my bed. My eyes widened in terror and panic when I saw the heavy chains fastened to the headboard and the footboard. I followed the chains with my eyes and noticed the shackles at the end of them…shackles intended for your wrists and ankles. I was to be a prisoner.

He seemed amused by my reaction. He reached out and stroked my hair, tucking the long strands behind my ears. I closed my eyes tightly, allowing my tears to flow freely.

"Oh, now, now. I'd save those tears if I were you. You've been a very naughty girl, Naia. Daddy's gonna have to…punish you."

I shook my head, not daring to look at him.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered.

My eyes snapped open. I looked at him in shock, and immediately regretted it. The lust in his eyes sickened me. "No…please…" I begged.

"TAKE THEM OFF!" he bellowed, as he backhanded me hard across my face, sending me flying across the room.

Luckily, I landed on my bed. Or maybe it wasn't lucky after all.

"YOU WILL OBEY ME, GIRL!" he yelled as he approached me with his hand raised, ready to strike me again.

I brought my shaking hands up to my blouse and started fumbling with the buttons. I felt his eyes watching every move I made.

I removed my blouse and stood up to unfasten my skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

"Now THAT'S Daddy's good little girl."

Even though I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I KNEW he had a smirk on his face.

"Keep going. Take the rest off."

OMG! He expected me to take off my bra and panties too?

Knowing I had no other choice but to obey him, I unhooked my bra and removed it, along with my panties. I hugged myself, trying to keep myself covered somewhat.

"Lay down."

I made no move, too ashamed and embarrassed to expose myself so fully to him…this MONSTER.

He stepped forward and shoved me down, fastening the shackles to my wrists so that your arms were stretched above my head. He then pulled my legs straight and put the shackles on my ankles.

I felt completely humiliated, just laying there chained to the bed with nothing on…the man who was supposed to be my father, staring down at my naked body.

There was NO hope…not anymore.