Daddy’s little princess is what they used to say
But behind closed doors her innocence was taken away
She cried out in trauma in the middle of the night
Too tormented to tell anybody her head full of fright
She laid motionless as he is above her
Stroking her, touching her, saying that he loves her
You look just like your mother he says with a smile
He violated her that night she cried all the while
"Quiet she’ll hear you, you don’t want her to know
How naughty her little girl is"… "Don’t" she screamed "let go"
"Ok sweetheart you got it lets play a game
You go find a place to hide I’ll find you all the same"
Softly she sobs as she hides under a bed
She hears his footsteps before he grabs her legs
"Now I have another game this ones called peek-a-boo
You just open your legs now daddy will show you what to do"
"I don’t want to play" she says with a tear
"Cry all you want for mummy isn’t here
Now do what daddy asks put your hand down there"
"I don’t want to" she stutters as he grabs hold of her hair
"Daddy is getting angry now it’s time to do this right
I will have to tie you up so you cannot fight
Here put this in your mouth I don’t want to hear you speak
And I will put this over your eyes so you cannot see"
Then he tears her legs apart pulls up her dress
Grabs hold of her body and slides his member between her legs
She tries to fight him off as she shakes violently
But the more that she continues the quicker she starts to bleed
"See isn’t this fun say that you enjoy it
It’s time for daddy’s girl to see just what she did"
Slowly he lifts the blindfold removes the gag from in her mouth
While she shakes and cries she slowly looks down
Covered in blood and bruises skin discoloured and pale
She tries to look away from this weak pathetic male
"Tell me you love me that your daddy’s little girl
That you want me to keep doing this you know that your my world"
"I hate you" she screams the words bitter and cold
"I never want to see you again so daddy just go
I’m fourteen dad how could you do this to me?
You will be sorry just you wait and see"
She jumps out of the bed and runs for the door
Cries as she says "you will hurt me know more!"
Onto the street she runs barely dressed
She screams for help clearly distressed
"I raised you" he yelled "you owed this to me!"
He followed her out the door but nobody did see
As he dragged her inside he threw her agianst the wall
Punched her in the stomach and watched her take her fall
"You will listen to me" he spoke with such rage
Then he carried her back to bed where she stayed for 5 days
Continually he raped her whenever he felt fit
She laid bleeding helplessly a broken nose and fractured hip
Until one night it was all over he smothered her in his sensations
A beautiful teenage girl at her final destination
To lay battered and bruised spread out on the bed
Her body completley naked and a pillow over her head
What a tragedy to see what happened to this girl
The torture she embarked she truly was alone in this world….
STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!!!!!!! I wrote this from stories seen on the news written about in papers if I can witness and read about these stories then so can the youth of today…. Its time to STOP this injustice!!!!!!
And the men and women out there who are abusers it doesn’t make you strong smart or powerful it means your weak conniving scum….
i hate child abuse. i just had to say that it make me so so so mad any time i hear a story about it. you really wrote powerful yet moving poem about this sad subject and it was very detail! you really out did your self on this one. you could tell you was feeling it in every word you wrote. it was all most like you there and was seeing it for yourself.you make the story come alive for the reader, great job! you are so right about it being time to put a stop to this kind of thing from happening but sadly even as i write this answer to you out there, somewhere, some child is being abuse or even killed this very moment,many close their eyes to it but thanks to story’s like the one you just did it makes people have to face that thing, like this is happening, all the time,great job on this poem i really mean it!
I know somebody who has a lot of anxiety problems.
We never knew why.
The other day I found out.
2 people she knew witnessed this and said nothing.
In 2001, a Girl and a Guy slipped Ruphies and E into the drinks of her and a friend of hers.
The guy took the one girl, and the girl took my friend.
While the guy was having his way with the other, his GF Tied my friend to a bed, blindfolded & gagged her, cut her neck with a knife in 2 places making it bleed, touched her everywhere. Then proceeded to whip her with a cat o nine for 3 hours. She also pressed a knife blade to her skin and cut her over 10 other times, leaving marks. She also strangled her and left bruises on her neck. My friend, I was told, passed out from the pain, and once unconscious the girl hit her over the head 4-5 times. Only then did she untie her and drag her to the bed to give her mouth to mouth because she stopped breathing.
When so called friend woke up, the girl kissed her and bit her all over. She played the part of a DOM, screaming and spitting at her. The other girl, her friend, came to more quickly and got her into her clothing and stole a blanket to wrap around her and drove to a nearby friend’s house who witnessed all of the marks, cuts, and bruises on my friend. There WERE witnesses, but is there nothing that can be done now? My friend is still terrified of this person, and that person showed up near her work today and rubbed her cheek. Is there anything she can do? She can’t afford a restraining order…
Every state has its own statue of limitations on rape. It’s been 8 years. Chances are, the statute of limitations is already up and she can’t do anything about it. I have no idea if the link below is accurate, but it gives the state-by-state statutes of limitations for sexual assault. If the statute of limitations is *not* up, she can press charges against the guy. She should contact her local law enforcement about it. Just be aware that, without pictures and a rape kit, the chances of her winning are slim, because it will be his word against hers. It will all depend on the credibility of any of the witnesses to the assault.
I’m kind of studying this stuff, and I need to know if Al-Qaeda and the Iraqis capture American men and women in the army, put them in a cave, tie them to a chair, gag them with strips of duct tape, blindfold them, strap explosives to their chests, then they kill them? Do they do this in large groups in the same room? And, like I said, they do this to American men AND women, right? I heard they usually just blindfold them when they spare them, but do they tie them up, gag them, and blindfold them and do all the stuff I mentioned including the explosives only when they kill them? Sorry if I’m vague. Understand? I need to know this stuff for my research! Can someone help?
Sounds like some stuff the US Government did at Abu Gharia.
blindfold, ball gag or tape?
blind fold and tape
You hide some jewelry/cash before going to bed. Your lover, "breaks in", at some point of the night in which you have no ideal when. He is wearing a mask and demands to know the location of the valuables. You refuse, so he binds, gags and blindfolds you and then uses various means, like toys, tickling etc. to get the location. The object being to see how long you can hold out and how much fun you can have in the mean time. I have done this with my g/f and we call it, "break in". We also do ransom kidnappings. Kinky yes.
Sweet! Good idea… Definitely a turn on, how could it be creepy? If you trust them, it’d be so much fun!
We were in bed soundly sleeping around 3AM when i woke up to bright lights shining in my face. As it turned out, flashlights being held by ski-masked burglars. I was able to discern that one was a man, the other a woman. At gunpoint, we were bound, gagged and blindfolded while they took hours ransacking our house even stopping for cig breaks. When they left we remained hogtied and gagged for 3 hours until he was finally able to free himself. My problem…he did not do a thing to protect me. He put up no fight at all. He said it was in our best interest but i cannot get over the feeling that he is a coward. I am no longer even sexually attracted to him, and it is destroying our marriage. Any advice greatly appreciated.
I am sorry to hear that you went through such a horrible ordeal. We went through something similar, and while I understand that you have anger for what happened to you, perhaps you are misdirecting it to your husband, cause the intruders are not there to take it out on them.
When something like this happens to you, you feel helpless, violated and so utterly powerless you do not know what to do with this anger these feelings evoke in you.
The truth is that he did do the best thing. You perhaps may not want to hear that right now cause in your anger for being thrust into this you want to hold someone responsible for how you feel. However, Had he resisted or tried to play super hero, he very well could have been hurt, or even worse killed, or caused harm or death upon you. Do not call him a coward, he is human too, just because he is a man does not mean he has to be devoid of fear, or the instinct to preserve his life, and do not believe for one second it was simply fear that guided his actions. Be certain it was his instinct for survival!
I am sorry this is taking a toll on your marriage, but seriously work on it, he does not deserve to be called a coward, it is grossly unfair.
And try and imagine this…. he resisted and he got shot in the head. And you are now angry at him over his grave for playing the hero when all the cards were stacked against him. Trust me, in this case you would have been saying how stupid his actions would have been.
Lets not forget, they had the guns, they had the element of surprise from waking both of you up from your sleep (just try and remember how long it took for you to register and react to what was going on from your sleep, why should it be different for him), they already had the adrenaline pumping from their intended actions and he was still sluggish… do you really think the odds were in your favor?
Count your blessings, and perhaps you should consider talking to someone before things get completely distorted for you. I do not say this in any negative way towards you, none of what I have written here is negative towards you, I understand what you are going through and that is why I stress every word I say here.
Now that I have said all this, one night this past winter in the middle of the night like you I awoke to hear an intruder leaving my home and my alarm sounding, he walked by our bedroom practically next to my husband, and my entire family was in the house sleeping. And you know what, I thank the lord everyday, that the intruder was scared off by various safety measures and that my husband was not awake to react, we were both waking and trying to figure out what was going on amidst the fog of our sleep. I thank the lord that no one in my family was awake to react, cause on an unexpected meeting like that I shudder to think of the dire possibilities for those I love.
Yes, I know, I didn’t have a gun pointed at my head, but knowing that if things didn’t go as they did I most certainly could have been in your position I say,
Your husband is not super human, and he did not betray you, or sacrifice you. I am sorry you are going through this. Best of luck.
Frank was bruttaly shoved into the wall. Someone, in their haste, had left his hoodie behind. He tried to reach for it but his arm was yanked up and cuffed to the other one. He was tossed into the nearby van, where yet another person blindfolded him and gagged him. Frank struggled, but he knew with a easy feeling there was no way he was getting out of this mess that he had mistakenly gotten himself into.
(ten points for what is the best rewritten version. i don’t think it sounds right. oh, and it’s mine - I wrote it.)
Frank felt himself being thrust against the unrelenting wall, rather roughly. Looking around him, he was that someone had left their hooded sweater behind. As he reached forward to grab it, he left his right right being grabbed firmly, and placed into a set of handcuffs, his left wrist following suit. He was harshly shoved into a waiting van, which yet another ‘friend’ was inside of it, waiting to blindfold and gag him. Frank tried to escape, yet he had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, that there wasn’t an easy way out of this mess, one that he hadn’t meant to even get involved with, in the first place.
Something like that?
The Power
Book 1- Leverage
Darren’s Story
And so we go.
By Aaron Austin
Prologue
Through the midnight darkness, a single figure runs through the woods, and goes underground. “Do you have it, Pete?” He asks the man he meets there. “Yes.” He says, as he pulls out a small gem the size of a pebble. As he hands it to the other man, it starts to glow a dazzling red. As he walks out, Pete mutters, “Nice doing business with you, asshole.” And he throws a grenade into the hole.
The darkness of the night is lit up by an explosion.
Chapter 1
“So that’s why the Shaolin Monks were the most deadly warrior of all time.” I finish. “Thank you, Darren.” My teacher, Mrs. Ryder, says. As I go to sit down, I pass my half- brother, Alec Yven. My name is Darren Evans, and I am in 8th grade. School goes by slowly. Finally, the bell rings to release us to the world. As Alec and I are walking home, Alec says, “Hey, Darren, look!” He then points at a rock about twenty yards away, and I see two small gems about the size of my fist in the rock. We run over to the rock and pull out the gems. Just as we pull them out, an odd shiver goes through my body. “Uh, Darren, we should go.” Alec says. “Yeah.” I say. When we get home, we go to talk with our dad. “Darren! Alec! How was school?” He says. “Fine,” I say, “But I wanted to ask you about these rocks we found.” Alec and I hold out our rocks for Dad to see. “Holy shit!” He yells. “Where the hell did you find these?!?” “We found them in the field by school.” Alec says. “Damn, damn, damn! This is NOT good!” “What is it?” I ask. “Those are power gems your uncle found fifteen years ago. We blew them up years ago, yet they’re still there!”
The next morning, as Alec and I are walking to school, he asks me about Dad. “Why do you think he blew up like that?” “I have no idea,” I say. “But he’s probably gonna try to destroy them again.” Just as we see our school, Alec collapses. “Alec! You okay?” I yell. “What the hell?” He mutters. And all the sudden, I fell a searing pain in my leg, and I see a knife sticking through my leg. I turn around and see a guy around the age of twenty with a dagger and a gun pointed at me, with another guy next to him picking Alec up and dragging him toward a black van behind him. As I run toward the man with Alec, I feel a pair of arms grab my hands, yank them behind my back, and tie them together with duct tape. As I try to run away, the man grabs be and stabs me through the arm. I scream so loud, tons of people look outside from their houses, and the man holding me puts tape over my mouth and throws me into the van along with Alec. As we start to go forward, I finally realize it- We’re being abducted!!
Chapter Two
After roughly two hours, the van stops. Someone comes and opens the back, and pulls us out, with us still tied up and gagged. He blindfolds us and they lead us up a hill into a house and throws us on the ground. “So, you finally have them. Did anyone see you?” A voice asks. “No, no one.” Says another voice. “What about our cash?” “Right here.” There is a sound like a bag being unzipped, then re-zipped, and then the second man says, “Nice doing business with you.” Before the men leave, they take off our blindfolds. We see a man around twenty- five, and a girl around 14, my age. The man says, “Okay, listen up, because I’m not going to say this again. I’m John, and this is Kate. If you want to live, you have to cooperate, okay? Just nod.” Alec and I both nod yes. “Good.” John says. “Take them to the back, Kate.” And with that John walks away. “Okay.” Kate says. She comes over to us and helps us up. “Come on.” She says. She pulls the knife out of my leg and bandages my arm and leg. She walks us to a room in the back of the building and ties us to chairs, leaving our gags on. She walks away. Around two hours later she walks back in. “Are you guys gonna listen and work with me here?” We nod. “Good.” She says. She comes over to us and takes off our gags. “What the fuck! What the hell do you want with us?” Alec yells. “Do you want the tape back on?” Kate says. “No.” Alec says. Kate unties us and leads us to the front room of the house. We sit on the couch across from the chair Kate’s sitting in. “Okay, listen.” Kate starts. “I’m only fourteen, your age. The only reason I’m in this is for money and power.” “What are you going to do with us?” Alec asks. “Nothing,” Kate says. “Just keep you here for a few weeks until your parents give us what we want- those stones you found yesterday.” “How do you know we had those?” I ask. “We were watching. We also saw when you two tripped and stabbed yourselves with the rocks.” All of the sudden, we hear a car coming down the street. “Shit!” Kate says. “John’s back. I’m gonna have to tie you up for now until you can come out. Okay?” We nod. Kate takes us to the back, ties us to chairs, gags us, and blindfolds us, and then leaves, locking the door behind her.
It’s made to start off with that, kind of with a BANG!!; If you know what I mean.
If you want to read all of it, email me at aaronaustin190@yahoo.com
Okay…
It went way too fast. You need to ease into the action, build up some suspense over what the gems are, introduce the characters and their relationships with each other. Also, avoid starting with dialogue, it sounds as if that was the only way you could think of starting it.
Just slow it way way down, describe things. It sounds like you’ve got an okay idea going, but you just need to give it more time to grow. I’m guessing (*guessing*) that you’re no older than 14. You just need to practice practice practice, and skill will come in time. also, read a ton. that way you’ll get a feel for how to write.
I hope I could help you out. Just remember to keep practicing
Good luck and happy writing 
Edit*
If you want to start things off with a bang, start with conflict, not with the end of a presentation. but before you can introduce the conflict of finding the stones, you need to first have the reader get a good feel for your character, so they can sort of sympathise.
I reccomend starting with a small piece of conflict at the beginning. Maybe your mc hates public speaking, and so maybe the conflict takes place in his mind right before he’s about to go and give his speech. However, I dn’t know your character, so I wouldn’t be able to accurately tell you what you should do. You’re the writer, you do what you want. And if this is how you want to start your story, who are we to tell you not to do it ? Just keep writing, write write write. And also read. that will give you a feel on how to handle beginnings and things in your writing.
Imagine you’ve got absolutely to choose between three limitations. You may choose between one of three items to wear, every time, for a unspecified number or months, maybe even years, before you could go back to normal.
The items are:
1. A blindfold, to fully cover your eyes
2. A transparent gag, designed to enable you to show facial expression and eat, but turning every word you’ll try to say into muffled gruntings
3. Wax earplugs, completly soundproof, to block every sound
Which would you take, and why?
Guess I’ll have to translate
the transparent gag.
to not see or hear makes you too vulnerable.
My boyfriend wants things to get kinky in the bedroom, but he is thinking bondage. Like tieing my hands and feet to a bedpost or something and using a gag. now i dont mind the blindfold, but everything else is WAY TOO over the top. can anyone give me some SERIOUS suggestions as to any alternatives to this.b/c this would be such a big help to me. I dont want to let him down by telling him that i dont want to get kinky,(which i do) but not in the way that he wants to do this.
If you aren’t comfortable doing those things, you shouldn’t have to. That kind of thing requires a great amount of trust in your partner. I know married couples that haven’t reached that level of trust. He should respect your reservations in the matter.