Chapter 19

Nena's father dragged her to one of the empty dog houses and flung her down in front of it unceremoniously. She cried out as her naked body made contact with the hard ground, the dust attaching itself to her wet body. Her father reached into the into the debilitated structure and pulled out a length of thick rope. "Get on your stomach, you good for nothing puta," he said angrily, his mouth turning up in a vicious scowl.

Nena went numb with shock at what her father was doing to her how he was treating her. She tried to be strong and brave, but her words came out pleadingly, in soft staccato bursts of fear. "Papa, I want to go back home with you and mama ... I'm sorry for hurting you ... I'm sorry for-"

Her father cut her off abruptly. "You're worse that a fucking dog and have shamed our house!"

Nena began to sob quietly.

"You want to behave like a dog, then you will learn to live like one."

Her eyes grew wide in alarm as her father grabbed her legs and began to wrap the rough cord around her ankles, hobbling her.

"What do you mean papa! What do you mean!" she said fearfully. Her heart began to race as she realized what her father was planning to do. Nena tried to get up, but only succeeded in raising herself to her knees. She could feel the rough rope wrapped tight around her ankles preventing her from standing straight up. She valiantly tried to get up, but her father pushed her down cruelly.

She fell heavily on her stomach, her firm tits digging into the hard earth. The blow caused the air to woosh out of her stomach making her dizzy. Her father looked down at her his eyes glaring. "If you make any attempt to take off the rope, you will remain here an extra month. Do you understand me?"

Nena knew that any sign of rebellion would result in even a worse punishment. Nena noticed the dogs pacing anxiously around the pen, their long tongues wagging. She shivered.

Hobbled and on her knees, she saw everything from the dogs' perspective. They looked much more menacing, bigger, stronger. She tried to hold back the fright that threatened to scream out of her like the sudden eruption of a long dormant volcano. With as much control as she could muster she looked up at her father.

"Papa, when can I go home?" Her face crumpled in tears as her father slowly backed away from her without saying anything. As he started walking back to the entrance she heard him say, "I'll be back with your morning meal tomorrow my little puta. Remember what I said."

As her fathers figure disappeared into the distance, Nena's crying increased, deep sobs that racked her body. She knew that she had to stay in control. Her safety and ability to live through this ordeal with her sanity intact, only possible only if she made the right decisions. 'Right decisions, ' she thought to herself miserably, 'I've been making the wrong decisions since I let those damn gringos sit with me at the bar.'

Her body ached and she was aware of how tired and worn out she was. She maneuvered herself onto her side and was aware that the sun had dried off all of the water, leaving little spots of dirt on her legs and soft tummy. Clumsily, she slapped away the flies that were buzzing around her warm skin, their insistent buzzing making her head ache.

Although she didn't want to, the only shelter was in the dog house. With difficulty she dragged herself to the doghouse, thankful that it wasn't too far. She accommodated herself the best she could, bringing her knees up as much as she could in order to get her entire body in.