Free Snatched by Callee Raye Page A

being unlocked and something being dragged across the floor. The old wooden door squeaked as it opened and light flooded the room like a burst of sunshine through the darkness. She quickly closed her eyes as the light hit her face. Trying to adjust her vision, she slowly squinted through the brightness filling the room. A silhouette of a man stood in the door at the top of the stairs. The light surrounded his body making him appear angelic as he slowly walked down the rickety old staircase.
    “Good morning, my little sleepy heads” the man said.
    Moira had been right, there was a white baby bed in the corner of the room. Moira didn’t say anything, she just stared at the middle aged man with the long brown ponytail, as he shuffled over to the baby’s crib.
    “Hello Moira. I know you are probably a little confused about where you are and who I am.  I am your new daddy and when you are allowed to talk again you can call me daddy Joe. Welcome to your new home and your new family.”
    Moira just stared at him in disbelief, at what she had just heard him say. Her thoughts were whirling a mile a minute. What is going on here, just kept playing over and over in her head. This has got to be a joke. She looked around the room hoping someone was about to jump out and scream “April fool” even though it wasn’t April. This didn’t make any sense. The vein on the side of Moira’s head was throbbing from all the confusion and her head ached like never before. Her stomach was all knotted up and tense. That salty feeling kept creeping in and out of her mouth. She just kept swallowing, hoping not to throw up.
    “How is daddy’s little angel?” he said reaching into the crib.
    Moira had worried all night about the little baby. Now she could finally see the little one, who had been her only company throughout the night. Moira didn’t have a clue as to how long she had been shackled in the musty old cellar. She waited in anticipation, yelling for him to hurry up and feed the little darling, but knowing all the time that he couldn’t hear her. She couldn’t even hear herself. She heard the baby sucking on the bottle the man supplied. The poor thing must have been starving by the sucking sound it was making. Hey you, daddy Joe, okay the baby has her bottle, now come see about me, Moira thought. She shifted from leg to leg, squeezing her thighs together trying to keep from peeing on herself.”
    “Hey I really have to go… “, just as urine flowed down her legs, into her shoes, spilling out and making a puddle on the floor at her feet. She dropped to her knees and lowered her head, like an old rag doll silently crying, while fixating on the cemented floor riddled with small cracks.
    “That’s okay baby girl, don’t you cry, daddy will fix it and make it all better.”
    Moira slowly lifted her head up, blinking the tears away. Everything in the room seemed to be moving in slow motion, as if she was floating in gravity. She stared at his mouth, as it moved back and forth when he spoke. Moira looked on, as if part of her brain had stopped functioning for a moment and she was frozen in time. She looked from his face to the baby draped across his shoulder. He was patting the baby softly on the back. The baby was a girl, just as Moira had thought. Their eyes met as in some silent comfort to one another. However the baby, on his shoulder wasn’t exactly a baby at all. She was a grown woman with a pacifier in her mouth. Moira felt an overwhelming sense of defeat and disgust wash over her body as she looked on. The young woman had a look of both fear and a sense of loss in her eyes, as they looked directly at Moira. Moira dropped her head unable to comprehend what had just taken place in front of her very eyes. Something yellow caught her eye as she lowered her head. She was wearing yellow sun dress. A sun dress made for a two year old child. She slowly lifted her hand and touched her hair. Her red hair was in two pigtails and