Saving the Little Girl Next Door
Copyright© 2004 by ku
Chapter 6
Erika took off her yellow tank top and dropped it on the carpet. She was tall for her age and rather slim. Her arms were skinny, long, smooth and pale. Her flat stomach moved in and out as she breathed. Her nipples stood at the peak of two small and immature bulges on her chest.
Wayne faced his daughter and pointed to the tied-up pig on the floor. "Erika, with the butcher's knife, slit the pig's throat."
Erika had a worried look on her face. "No! I don't want to kill the pig."
"Do it!"
Erika kneeled down beside the four-legged animal and held the butcher's knife over its throat. Her little hands trembled. She obviously didn't want to kill the pig, but what choice did she have?
The dagger came down on the pig's throat. The animal made a loud squealing noise as bright red blood gushed out from its neck and stained the carpet. The pig screamed in pain. Erika tried to cut deeper, to end the pig's suffering, but the skin was thicker than she thought it would be. After five more seconds, the pig fell silent.
Erika stood up and dropped the dagger. She was remarkably brave. Blood was all over her arms and legs, but she barely shook or trembled. She stood and stared forward. Her face seemed emotionless. Her body twitched slightly because she was nervous.
Wayne walked up behind his daughter with white nylon rope in his hands and started to tie her up. Erika didn't resist. First her wrists were bound. Her legs were bound by the shins. Another ten metres of rope was looped around her whole body till a quarter of her skin was covered. Wayne picked up the little girl and carried her on his shoulder. He placed her on the carpet near the dollar sign painted on the wall. He picked up a metre-long metal chain from the ground and attached one end of the chain to a hook on the ceiling. He lifted Erika off the ground and tied the other end of the metal chain to the little girl.
At first I thought Wayne was going to hang and suffocate Erika. But Wayne attached the metal chain to her waist instead of her neck. Erika hung from the ceiling like a pendulum.
Wayne went back to the pig in the middle of the room and started cutting it up with the knife. The pig's belly was sliced open. More blood and guts spilled out. Since pigs ate so much fat, their skins were rather thick and rubbery. Wayne struggled to cut the pig's skin. He sawed with the knife and cut out a rectangular portion of pigskin about a metre in length and a few centimetres in width. He threw the knife to the floor and stood up with the pigskin in his hands. The strip of pigskin in his hands looked like a whip. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do next.
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