7. Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
BETSY
B etsy stared at Daddy and Angelo with tears streaming down her face. She wasn’t even able to pick a sticker before she hopped off of Daddy’s lap.
“You’re okay,” Daddy gently said. “Everything is okay.”
But how did he know that? So much had gone on in the past twenty-four hours. All of it was hard to comprehend fully. Daddy, Kirk, kept calling himself Daddy but they hadn’t talked about anything. It felt right to call him Daddy and she had out loud but she didn’t remember him telling her they were going to be in a relationship.
Had she been out when they talked about it? Did he put her on something for her to forget?
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Daddy asked.
She shook her head. There was no way he could be her Daddy, not when he was over at her house to get rid of her. He couldn’t have just come to give her a warning, people that worked for Rogan Ricci didn’t scold people.
They tortured and murdered people. Made them disappear when they saw or heard too much. She had hacked into Rogan’s significant other's website and played around with it. How could she be so stupid?
Betsy’s breathing came out in short pants. There was no way he wanted to actually be her Daddy. Maybe he was trying to get her to calm down and be comfortable around him before he started to torture her.
Her gaze went to Daddy and she shook her head. She needed to get out of here and fast. Did he want her to hurt herself so she would be even more defenseless than she already was?
“Take several deep breaths for me,” Kirk said.
She shook her head once again. “You’re going to get rid of me.”
“Daddy is not going to get rid of you. I would never do that.”
How could she trust him though? He had come to her apartment uninvited, scolded her, pressed something in her neck, and kidnapped her. He had to have an ulterior motive than just wanting to be her Daddy.
“Take a deep breath,” Angelo commanded. “You’re going to pass out if you don’t.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I need to get out of here. I need to leave before you kill me.”
Her eyes searched for a way past them. How was she going to get out? How was she going to make it to the front door when she didn’t know the layout?
Betsy was going to have to try. She couldn’t die without trying to get away. What would people say?
“Daddy isn’t going to kill you. You don’t have to be afraid of us.”
“Y-you are!”
“I’m not, baby. I promise I’m not going to kill you. You’re too precious for that. You’re going to stay here with me.”
“N-no!”
She clutched her shirt near her chest. Her head was starting to pound as everything was going on. She still needed to find a way out of here.
“You’re okay,” Daddy gently said. “I’m right here. Can you take a deep breath for me?”
Betsy tried to, but she just wheezed and held her hand up.
“Your Daddy isn’t going to hurt you. I promise that. We don’t hurt innocent people, especially women,” Angelo explained. “You’re safe here.”
“I’m not though!” She wailed. “I’m not innocent.”
Daddy had come to her apartment, ready to hurt her. She had hacked into the leader Little’s website. She had done several bad things for jobs.
Betsy was not innocent.
“He made me pass out!” she pointed at Daddy. “I thought I was going to die.”
Betsy moved to the side slightly, putting her body in position so if she ran, she could make it to the door.
“I only made you pass out so I could safely get you here. I was never going to kill you or harm you.”
“But you did hurt me! You made me pass out!”
Angelo looked over at Daddy. “What’s going on? What did you do?”
“She hacked into Bonnie’s website and moved things around. So I did some digging,” Daddy said.
Her eyes looked between both of them, trying to figure out if they were distracted enough she could make it to the door.
“I looked into her and saw she was a Little and decided she needed a keeper. So I designated that for myself. I’m going to keep her safe and take care of her.”
Betsy made a dash towards the door, escaping before they could catch her.
“Hey!” Daddy yelled.
“Shit.” Angelo muttered.
She looked around frantically, trying to find out which way the front door was. Daddy’s and Angelo’s footsteps pounded on the floor. Heart rate picking up, she turned to the left and ran down the hallway.
Kitchen.
Running in there, she grabbed the biggest knife she could see in the holder and backed herself into the corner of the kitchen. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea cornering herself and having no way out, but she needed to be able to see Daddy and Angelo.
“Put the knife down,” Daddy calmly said as he walked into the kitchen.
Holding the knife up, she shook her head. “No. I need to leave.”
“Slowly lower the knife. We aren’t going to hurt you,” Angelo said. “You’re safe here. What you did was bad, but we aren’t going to harm you in any way. You are safe.”
“Baby, you can’t leave. You already know too much,” Daddy took a step closer.
Their eyes were trained on her, watching her every movement. The knife was heavy, but she kept her arm up. They needed to know she wasn’t messing around.
Tears pooled in her eyes. “I need to leave. I just want to live my life. I don’t. I don’t want to be held hostage again. I. Please just let me leave.”
Both of their eyes went wide as they stared at her.
“Please.”
Her arm started getting tired so she bent it just enough but still held it out to let them know she wasn’t afraid of using it. Would she actually use it? Would she be brave enough? Or was it all a ploy to keep them away from her?
“Betsy,” Daddy slowly said. “Who held you hostage?”
She shook her head. They didn’t need to know who. They just needed to know she needed to leave so she didn’t get held hostage again.
But her telling them that could backfire. What if they were going to hold her hostage now? Torture her to the brink of death several times. Letting her heal just enough before torturing her again.
“I can’t do it again,” she whispered. “Please.”
“You’re safe,” Angelo replied. “No one is going to hurt you.”
“We aren’t going to hold you hostage but you are living here with me now,” Daddy took a step forward.
“Stop!” she yelled, her arm shaking as she continued to hold the knife in the air.
Daddy held his arms up. “You’re okay. You living with me isn’t going to feel like a hostage. You’ll be able to roam free and live your life. But I can’t let you go. Not when this possessive side of me is screaming at me to take care of you, show you what life can be like.”
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.
“You are going to be free but under my watch. You’ll have rules and I’m going to give you everything you want.”
She shook her head. Betsy couldn’t fall for this trick. He was telling her everything she wanted to hear so she could lower her walls.
Everything he said was what she wanted in life. She wanted a Daddy who would take care of her, create rules, love her, and show her what life could be like with him. Was he telling the truth or was he just trying to manipulate her.
“I know you’re scared right now, but you don’t have to be. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise,” Daddy gave her a smile. “You are going to flourish under my care. I’m going to teach you how to cover your tracks and look into people before you hack into anything. I’m going to guide you, give you all the stuffies, and let you be Little.”
More tears ran down her face as he spoke. She had just been talking to Mikey about wanting a Daddy to help her with everything. How she wanted to be taken care of and he was willing to do that.
But he came to her door to harm her. It was getting harder and harder to forget that, but she couldn’t. Not with her past.
“You’re safe,” Angelo spoke softly. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“No,” she whispered.
They didn’t know if everything was going to be okay or not.
“How about you put the knife down on the counter. Your arm looks tired,” Daddy suggested.
Her arm was exhausted holding it up, but she needed to continue to do so. Once she dropped the knife, they were going to close in on her. Who knows what was going to happen then. Were they going to harm her? Beat her until she was dead?
“No,” she cried out. “S-stay back!”
Daddy lifted his hands again in the air as he tried to take a step forward. He was too close for comfort. Before she knew it, he was going to be too close for her to do anything. Or he was going to be too close for her to do something and harm him.
Betsy didn’t want to hurt anyone. It was different to hack into someone and do something, but to physically harm someone, that was completely different. She didn't know if she would mentally be able to cope with that.
Her hands started to sweat as she focused on keeping her grip tight around the handle of the knife.
“How about you move the knife a little to your right. Away from your feet so if you accidentally drop it, it won’t harm you,” Daddy suggested.
A sob wracked her body. Even now he was being kind and trying to keep her safe.
“J-just stay b-back! L-leave me alone for a couple of minutes. Please,” she begged. “Please just let me leave and live my life. I’m begging you.”
What if she decided to say yes and he changed his mind in a week and decided to torture her? She couldn’t take that chance, not when her life was on the line.
“Put the knife to the side a little, Little one,” Angelo said. “For your safety.”
Pushing the knife out further in front of her, she pointed it at him, her arm shaky from the weight of it.
“S-stop!” She wailed. “Just let me peacefully go. I promise I won't tell anyone anything. I’ll move to a different state or even a different country.”
“Not going to happen, baby,” Daddy said. “I can’t let you go. Not when this possessiveness has taken over. I want you and I’m not going to let you go.”
Betsy brought her arm back in, closer to her body.
“Knife to the side,” Angelo reminded her.
But she didn’t move it. She needed them to know she was in control, not them. But was she? Absolutely not but they didn’t need to know that. They could easily overtake her without getting hurt.
Maybe they knew that and were respecting her boundaries or maybe they didn’t know.
“Baby. Please put the knife to the–”
As she was moving her arm further out to point it at Daddy, her palm slipped on the knife. Her eyes went wide as she watched it slip out and headed straight towards her foot.