Chapter 12

As Ariel became acclimated to being a working girl not far away her parent’s were coming to grips with there own problems. After the men had left Neil and Edith laid in the filth left by the three thugs. Finally Neil was able to help Edith into the shower and both cleaned up, the sheets were stripped off the bed and thrown away. Then they both collapsed onto the bare mattress in total exhaustion.

The two of them awoke Sunday much like Ariel did, feeling as if they’d had a bad dream. The swollen face and black eyes on Edith along with the bruises on her body told them it had all been too true. Edith was so sore from her rapes she couldn’t walk properly, her cunt was swollen almost shut from the numerous cocks that had been shoved inside, her jaw was still sore from sucking and her asshole was a red ring of pain. The first thing she did was throw up the accumulated cum and piss that still remained in her stomach. Then with a great deal of discomfort managed to have a loose shit.

Neil’s rectum felt as if had been torn apart, he too vomited up the contents of his stomach and was thankful for the loose shit since his entire sphincter was one giant burning hole. Neither one spoke, they showered separately, Edith in the master bathroom and Neil in what had been Ariel’s bathroom. As he looked around at her things scattered about the sink he sank to his knees crying.

They both tried to eat something as they were hungry but it was the ringing phone that brought them out of there stupor.

“Yes” Neil asked as he answered the phone.

“How you to doin this morning”, Neil recognized the voice of Leonard immediately.

“Where’s Ariel ... when can she come home ... I have money ... I have”.

Leonard cut him off, “listen to me cracker ... don’t need no money from you ... yer daughter be doin jus fine ... long as you cooperate that is”.

“We’re not calling the police ... just let her come home ... please” Neil begged.

“Shut the fuck up asshole ... she be sent back when I say ... not before ... I just called to let you know your precious Ariel be alive and well. She be taken care of real good long as you do as yer told ... don’t forget it”. Then he hung up.

Neil heard the buzzing of the disconnected line then hung the phone up. He broke down crying at his inability to help his daughter.

The days passed for the two distraught parent’s, each one finding a different way to cope with what had been done to them that fateful Saturday, and how to live with not knowing where or what was being done to their daughter.

By Wednesday Neil had become so despondent the only way he could find piece of mind was to drink. He’d called his partner Monday morning saying he was sick, his partner tried to tell him of the break in but Neil brushed him off and hung up. He hadn’t called him back since then, his only contact outside of Edith was the daily call from Leonard telling him Ariel was alive and well.

Edith was physically in more pain then Neil for the first couple of days and had more to deal with mentally then he did. She too was worried about their daughter but the trauma of her own rape had to be dealt with in her own way. By Friday she’d had the week to heal physically and was able to cover her black eyes with makeup and leave the house for shopping. She’d fired the maid Tuesday giving her two weeks pay so Neil and her would be alone in their home.

Ariel’s boyfriend had been told she’d gone back east to visit a relative that had become sick and would be spending the summer there. Her other friends had been told the same story so except for the daily calls from Leonard the two simply sat at home and handled the situation in there own way.