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"I dont care that you are swamped with cases! I have already told you that this case takes priority! Its been two weeks and you still dont have the results? Get those results today, or it will be your job!"
Detective Nathan didnt know what to think. Two weeks had passed since Michelle disppeared. There had been no word from the kidnapper. For all he knew the 35 year old woman could and should be dead. No one goes this long without any communication unless all they wanted to do was kill her. The crime scene investigators pulled prints and and found traces of blood at the scene. As well as strands of hair. He was hoping that something would tell them who the kidnapper and or killer was. The thoughts that are running through his head at the moment are, what am I going to tell her parents? Why has it taken the lab almost a week and half to get me those results? What am I suppose to say when we find their daughter dead, because we did a piss poor job at doing our jobs? I have to find this girl!

Ring, ring, ring.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson?"
"Yes."
"This is detective Garrett. I just wanted to give you an update on our progress. The lab has analyzed the fingerprints and we have found a set of prints that does not match those of your daughter. The hair that we found at the scene was also from someone else. We found traces of dna from an unknown donor. We are going to send the samples to the FBI lab. They have a far bigger data base on people than we do. They will scan the prints into the computer and see if they come up with a match. The hairs that we found contain dna and that matches the dna from the blood that we found at the scene. That means that your daughter put up one hell of a fight. Hopefully the FBI's lab will be able to find a match."
"Thank you detective for keeping me up to date. I know you are doing everything you can to find our daughter. Please keep in touch."
"Yes ma'am. I will call you if I find out anything else."

She was standing there in kitchen, beaten and broken. She stood there staring at a calendar that her Master had on the wall. Two weeks, she thought to herself. How in the hell did I survive two weeks?
The past two weeks were torture for Michelle. She had been beaten because she did something that displeased her Master. She felt for sure that she had a broken bone in her face. She knew that a couple of her fingers had been broken. She could not show that she was in pain. Not in front of him. She had suffered through rape after horrible rape. Her vagina was cut and sore and still bleeding in spots. Her ass was just as bad off. She has not been able to go to the bathroom correctly in over a week. Her stomach was aching. When he did allow her to go to the bathroom, she could not stay in there long enough to try and do anything. Every step she took, she walked upon egg shells. For anything could set him off. The last punishment she endured was because she walked too heavy. For that, he took a wooden spoon from the kitchen and hit her hands and fingers. Which is why she believes she has more than a few broken. She doesnt know how she has kept from killing herself. Each time he asks her that horrible question, she can never bring herself to say the words.
She no longer held out hope that he would let her go. She knew that she would not be able to stand this much longer. She thought about her parents often. She wondered if they would be okay now thats shes no longer there. She wondered if they would be taken care of. She also wondered if they had called the police and if the police were doing anything to find her. Do I have the strenght to hold on?
"M, where is my fucking breakfast? You should have been in here ten minutes ago!"
"Im sorry Master. Im right here. Here is your eggs, bacon and pancakes. Im so very sorry it took so long."
"Fine, I will let you slide since you have done a marvelous job on cooking breakfast this morning."
"Thank you Master for being so kind."
Over the past two weeks she had learned what to say and what not to say. When to speak and when to keep her mouth shut. She found that praising him was a great way to keep from being beaten. While it didnt always work, it kept him more mellow.
"So, what do you think I should have you do today my slave? You know, the ground outside needs to be tilled. I want to plant some kind of crop this year. Yes. I want you to go strip down to nothing but your shoes and a pair of gloves."
"Yes Master."
After he had finished eating, he took the very naked Michelle out to the field. He hitched her up like you would do a workhorse. Behind her was a manual plow.
"Now, start plowing! You better get down on all fours too. You my work horse today," he said with a sneer.
For almost 4 hours she was made to pull that plow on all fours. He was behind the plow guiding it along the path. The manual labor didnt bother him. He was getting too much joy out of watching her.
the sun was beating down. It was a normal Texas summer. The temperature was about 101 degrees. By this time Michelle was exhausted. She didnt know how much longer she could keep this up. She thought for sure this was going to kill her. That thought actually made her happy. Then she was sent flying back to reality.
"Alright work horse, you have done good for today. Lets take your gear off and get inside so I can cool off."
She was burned badly from the sun beating on her skin for the past four hours. She though for sure she had third degree burns in some places. She had blister bubbles all on the top of her back and shoulders. Her face was covered.
He came in and threw a bottle of aloe gel at her. "Here, put this on it. I will give you two hours to rest and then you have chores to get done."
"Yes Master," she said weakily.
She took the aloe gel and rubbed it on her skin carefully. The coolness of the gel felt wonderful on her hot skin. But the feeling her hand on her skin hurt like hell. She winced every time her hand would come into contact with her skin. For two solid hours thats all she did. When the aloe would dry, she would put more on. She knew this would help it heal.
"Alright, you have had enough rest. Now its time to get some chores done."
She got up and went into the livingroom to start doing her chores. It took her twice as long to get them done because every move she made was agony. She was actually thankful that he had left her nude. She knew that anything she put on would make her burn hurt ten times worse.
When she had completed her chores he called her into the livingroom as he did every night. "Now, M, would you like to live another day, or would you like to end your life?"
Everything in her told her to end it now. The only thing, that one thing that was stopping her was what she would have to do to kill herself. That was the one thing she did not know. She was never told exactly how she would be made to end her own life. That was one detail that he left out. She had figured out early on that he had done that for a reason. Its the unkown that scares people the most. While she didnt know if she could make it another day, she also didnt think that she could follow through will killing herself. "I chose to live another day."
"I am surprised by your answer. Glad, but surprised. Well, since you did such good work in the field I am going to let you take a cool bath. Think of as a reward. Now, go soak for a while and once you are done, rub some more aloe on your burn. You better be able to start your work in the morning or there will be hell to pay. Is that understood?"
"Yes Master."
With that said, she took her bath, rubbed the aloe on herself and went to bed. Her thought incircled around what he was going to have her do tomorrow. She knew she was not going to be able to do everything perfectly. For she would not be able to have full range of motion. It was going to take at least a week for that to return to her. What was he going to do to her when he sees that she is not doing exactly as she is told?

"David, where could she be? Do you think shes okay? Do you think she is still alive?"
"Sweetheart, we need to hold on to the hope that she is still alive. We need to have faith in the police that they are doing everything they can to bring her back to us. We need to have faith in God because He is the only one that will be able to keep her safe. You heard what the detective said, she put up one hell of fight. She is a fighter and a survivor."
Barbara cried herself to sleep as she did all the nights before. Her gut told her that her daughter was still alive, but she didnt know what to believe. She held onto the hope that she would one day be returned to them. God willing that would happen and it would happen soon.

To be continued....