Family prisoner. [Malin and CandiedCreativity]

The cellar was dark, the floor was cold cement. There were no windows down here, and the only light source was the open door at the top of the stair case, and the blinking red light of a camera which was set to record in night vision. In the middle of the room there was a light bulb that was currently turned off.

James had spent the last half hour quietly hanging his naked sixteen year old daughter by her hands. He had been very careful to make sure that she had remained asleep as he and his son David moved his daughter into this new prison.

Now they stood back admiring their work. His daughter was hanging by a set of handcuffs attached around a beam in the ceiling. Her bindings so accurate that it forced her feat to just barely reach the ground. The two had slipped her a sleeping drug the night before and had worked through the night in making this prison for her. Now David had gone back to sleep, but James was admiring his work waiting for his daughter to wake up from the drugs effects.

James much taller then his daughter, having to slightly when he moved around so as to not get hit by the beams, but there were places in this room where he could move freely. He stood back waiting for her too wake up, his green eyes watching her curves, as he walked over to the light bulb and turned it on.

Sleep wasn't how Alisha would have described the way that she felt. Her body was like sand. Even though her whole being told her to wake up, she just couldn't get her body to move. Even her eyelids were shut tightly and her mouth hung open because in the hours that the sedative lasted the girl's body was completely relaxed.

The blonde didn't know how long she had been asleep, but when she aroused from the darkness, she could feel that she was no longer laying down. Her heavy eye lids opened for a moment, and the first thing she saw was her father who stood not to far away. "What?" She looked down, her lips mating open when she realized her nakedness.

"What are you doing," she asked, embarrassed that her father could see her. She looked up, groaning as her wrists pulled at the handcuffs, but they didn't budge from their place high above her head. She was caught and at the mercy if the one person that she had thought that she could trust.