"Daddy?" Olivia mumbled.

"Yes baby?" Francis cooed.

"Are we home yet?"

"No. We will be soon though"

"Haitlin?" she asked.

"Yes," I managed to choke out. My tears had finally subsided.

"Are you staying?" I didn't know how to answer.

"Yes, Haitlin is staying with us," Francis began, "this will be her new home."

At that, I started freaking out, internally. New home? How long does he expect me to stay with them, until he got bored with me, or forever?

I tried calming myself down. At least he wasn't going to kill me, hopefully. Olivia is so innocent that I could use her as protection from him. I hated the idea of using a young child to keep myself safe, but this wasn't just an average situation!

"Haitlin?" Olivia piped up again. When I didn't answer, Francis gave me a look that sent a shiver went down my spine.

"Yes honey?" I replied.

"When we get home can you read me a bedtime story? Daddy does it, but he doesn't know how to get the princess's voices right!"

I had a grim smile on my face, but tried to not to look so terrified. I couldn't even look back at the girl.

"Maybe she can read to you another night. Haitlin needs some time to settle in before she can read you bedtime stories," Francis answered for me.

I was glad he didn't obligate me to read her a story, but at the same time I wondered why. If it got me away from him,  I wouldn't mind.

"How about you go back to sleep now," he told Olivia.

"No, I want to show Haitlin my stuffed animals! What's your favorite animal?" she directed the question towards me.

"I-I don't know, maybe an elephant?" At that simple question from a five year old, my mind forgot every single animal; I don't even like elephants.

"No. I like unicorns. They are so pretty!" she squealed.

"Olivia, how about you go back to bed? You can show her all your toys and stuffed animals in the morning," Francis announced.

"No Daddy!" she pronounced. No seemed to be her favorite word.

"Olivia-" Francis clenched the steering wheel again.

He scared me so much when he did that. I didn't think he would hurt his precious daughter, but I didn't want to find out.

"Olivia honey, maybe you should listen to your dad. We will have plenty of time tomorrow, Okay?" I said.

I took two child care classes, so I know how to deal with most young children. Don't get me wrong; I was scared out of my wits to be talking out of turn. It was easier to speak to her though, than to him.

"Okay," she whispered and laid her head back down. She fell asleep within moments.

Francis turned his head toward me and caught my eye. He smiled at me and looked impressed. I turned away at his gleaming, white teeth. His perfect teeth.

This time I didn't look at the window. I didn't want to know if his eyes were still wandering on my figure, disgusting. Instead, I closed my eyes and laid my head down on the head restraint, with the truck still rumbling down the winding path.

Eventually, I decided I had to know where I was going. I opened my eyes and looked out the windshield. I had no idea where we were, since I had never been out this far. At least the rain had stopped.

"Where are we going?" I questioned in a soft tone.

"I told you. We are going home. It will not be long now, only a minute or so away."

"Well, wherever we are going, it is not my home. I have a home and it is not with you. I have a family who loves me, and will know I am gone by now." I was gaining confidence in myself and my cockiness was showing.

I am kidnapped and I may end up being killed. Why let him run all over me? Instead I will make him regret getting me. I won't go too far, though; I don't want to die. I have already learned when going head to toe with him, I was no match.

"We are your family now and where we are going will be your new home. We will be a little family; you, Olivia, and I." At this I became frightened, but I wasn't going to back down.

"What if I don't want to be part of your family?"

"You will, with time. I understand you are hesitant at the moment, with everything going on. Though, in time you will learn to love our little family. It will be good for Olivia to have a woman in the house again. I have to admit, I do get tired of all the toy ponies and glitter." He laughed at the last part.

"I am not a full grown woman though! I am only a teenage girl. I am seventeen and I haven't even finished high school yet!"

"Seventeen is still a woman, a young woman, but a woman none the less.” He paused, and looked toward the road, “Ah, here we are, almost home."

I look back out the windshield as we turned off the main road and onto a dirt path. It went deep into the forest for as far as I could see. The path had plenty of twists and turns, so one could get lost easily. Francis seemed to know the path well.

Great, I get kidnapped and now my kidnapper is taking me into the deep forest to his home, a home that is now supposedly mine. What a life.

The car slowly crept around one last bend in the dirt road, in front of me stood a large log cabin.

I don't know what I expected, but it was not this. This house was gorgeous. The picture perfect house and it looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. Ironic, a house for a fairy tale harvests a kidnapper.

The house was two stories high, with a possible attic. The front door is painted as white as snow. Every drape, that gracefully covered the windows, is also white.

There are three small steps leading up to the door, each side surrounded by a garden. A colorful array of flowers danced in both. They were fenced in by a foot tall, white picket fence. I wondered who in the world had that much time, or such a green thumb.

"Welcome home," I heard Francis whisper in my ear. The close proximity freaked me out; I hadn't even heard him move. I held my breath as I waited for him to back away, but he didn't.

I slowly turned my head towards him. His face was only a mere three inches away from mine. He probably was able to hear me gulp.

His fingers brushed a stray hair behind my ear again. How I hated simple that act. Then his thumb continued to stroke my cheek as he smile at me. My heart pumped faster as he slowly began to close the small gap between us.

"You are very beautiful in the moonlight," he whispered. He was so close now, that I could smell his intoxicating aftershave. He was looking me straight in the eyes as he began to trace my jaw line.

I wanted to get up and hit him as hard as I could, but I was petrified in my seat due to his actions. I had never had a boyfriend or even dated anyone, so all this touching me made me scared to begin with. Plus, I don't know what he wants. I am so close to tears because I am so terrified of what he will do next.

I will never know, though, because Olivia soon woke.

"Daddy? Are we home?" she said, through a yawn. Her soft voice caused him to back away a few feet. He stopped caressing my face and look back at her. I was so grateful of this girl. If she hadn't woken up, I don't know how long he would have kept that up, or how far he would have gone.

"Yes sweetheart. Why don't you go head up to bed? I will be up to tuck you in a few minutes. Okay?" he asked kindly.

"Okay." With that, Olivia opened her car door and walked towards the cabin. She easily opened the front door, apparently it wasn't even locked. Within a few seconds, a soft glow of the lights flickered in through the drapes and the open door.

"Let me help you to the door," Francis said. Once he got out of the truck, with his keys in hand, he opened my door. Taking his coat, that was still draped over me; he put it on one shoulder and proceeded to help me out of the car.

Even though I hated every second he touched me, I knew I couldn't have walked the distance from the car to the steps without him. He was carrying me bridal style, again. After that display of sick and twisted ‘affection' in the car, I couldn't be this close. My tears had receded, but I was soon shaking.

He continued carrying me over threshold of the house and kicking the door closed. Looking at my new surroundings, I was once again surprised. Even the interior of the house looked like a fairy tale.

We stood in the living room, a perfect scene. A small fire crackled in the large stone fireplace, on the mantel stood photos of Olivia and Francis. They looked so happy, with their smiles beaming.

Around the fireplace, three couches were arranged. A large, light brown, suede couch sat facing the fireplace, while two love seats sat on either side of it. A wooden coffee table sat in the middle of it all.

Francis began to walk towards the largest couch, and delicately placed me on it. He propped my ankle up with several pillows and took off my shoes and socks and soon began examining my ankle.

"Nothing appears to be broken. It just looks swollen, should be fine in the morning," he said, looking up with a smile. He kept staring at me, intently, and it started to make me uncomfortable.

"Why did you take me?" I asked quietly. At this he looked away.

"That doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you are here now."

"I need to know!" I said through clenched teeth. "Why did you kidnap me?! I had a good life. I had a loving, caring, kind family. My future looked bright; I could have done anything I wanted! So why me? Why did you choose me to take into your sick little game?"

"My ‘sick little game'", he questioned. "Haitlin, I know you liked your old life; but you will love this one far better."

"You are kidding yourself if you think I would ever love this. You ripped apart my entire life, so why the hell would I ever love it?!" I said. By now tears were streaming down my face as I screamed.

"Don't be so selfish," he spat.

"Selfish? Am I the one kidnapping teenage girls for my own sick ideas? No! You are! You are twisted!" I screamed.

I guess this annoyed him, because the next thing I knew; he had me pinned. Again. His knee was on one side of me while his other leg hung over the side of the couch. His hand covered my mouth, but this time he left enough room to not get bit.

"Shut up!" he screamed at me. "Ro-" he began to yell something, but he cut himself off. "Haitlin. Stop. I told you I can only take so much of this, before you have to be punished." He lightly moved his hand from my mouth.

"But why me?" I asked through new tears.

He let out a sigh, and moved off me. I curled up in a ball and put my head to my knees. The tears kept coming. I was even shaking again.

"Haitlin-" he began. I soon felt his hand on my shoulder; I flinched from this light touch. His hand quickly backed away.

I heard his footsteps begin to pace, and eventually leave the room. I couldn’t move from my little spot. The shock of all the events that had unfolded in the last hour rocked me to my core. My tears would not stop, and soon made my face raw.

My first night in this hell house, I cried myself to sleep.