Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl- 20

A/N Finally! I know, I suck. But hey, it's finally up and you won't have to wait as long for another update, I promise!

Attached to a large desk by a pair of silver handcuffs is the girl from the ice cream parlor. Her eyes are wide with fear and her mouth is gagged by a piece of cloth.

I move toward her to help her, but she lets out another whimper and shrinks away from me. I stop and look at her, trying to smile reassuringly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you," I soothe.

She looks at me doubtfully but when I slowly step forward once again, she only flinches a little with a defeated look on her face. I continue to inch forward until I am kneeling on the carpet right next to her. I raise my arms to untie her gag. She cries out before my hands reach her and I lower them once more.

"I'm just going to untie you, it's okay. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." I whisper. She relents and I gently untie the gag. The knot is complicated and takes me a while to untie, breaking one of my nails in the process.

Once she is finally free, she opens and closes her mouth a few times to loosen her jaw. "Thank you," she croaks. Her voice is coarse and low after being gagged for a long period of time. I nod and try to pull apart the handcuffs but they are locked tight and won't budge.

"It's no use trying to pull them apart," she whispers. "I've already tried that tactic many times."

"Alright." I sigh, dropping back to rest on my feet, still crouched next to her. I slap my thighs gently and stand up to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water for her.

As I start to leave, I hear her croak out, "don't go. Please, don't leave me here alone." I turn around. Now that I've gained her trust, I can't leave her after she directly requested that I stay.

I sit down next to her again. "There must be a key somewhere. Do you know where they keep it?"

She nods her head. "Y-your father keeps it with him in his pants pocket," she mumbles.

I look at her surprised. "How did you know that one of them was, is, my father?" I ask,whispering almost in audibly.

"You look like him." She admits.

"Oh," I whisper. I suppose that makes sense, he is my father after all. I sit in silence for a few seconds, thinking about what she said. She quietly clears her throat and pulls me out of the trance. "So you're sure that's the only key there is?" I ask again.

"That's the only one that I know of," she says quietly, shaking her head.

"There must be another key somewhere." I insist, looking around the room for places my father would keep a key. I just need to figure out where it could possibly be. I turn to face the desk and ruffle through the two drawers, only to unveil a few blank envelopes and a pen. The final drawer contains a rope but no key.

I sigh and sit back against the desk next to the girl. I glance over at her. "What's your name?" I ask. "Mine is Maggie."

"Jane. My-my name is Jane." She answers, looking back at me. She smiles weakly and I try to smile back. As the minutes tick by, I am starting to lose faith that we'll get her out in time.

I look around the room again, trying to figure out where another key could be in the office. I hear footsteps outside the door and we both freeze. They can't be back!

The door opens and Ryan walks in. I breath out a sigh of relief but one glance at Jane tells me that she is still terrified. I look from her to Ryan and swiftly stand up. "Jane, this is my friend Ryan." I introduce. "Ryan, this is Jane."