Mary cried at the bottom of the stone steps of her Grandpa's house. Her parents waved goodbye from their Mercedes car. Her mother said, "We'll be back in two day's time. Faster than you know it."

Mary didn't smile back. Two days was like two years for her. Grandpa was a big man and had a crooked smile plastered on his face whenever he saw her. Grandpa stood behind her and placed his bony fingers on her small shoulders. She moved away.

The car turned out of the gate and disappeared.

Mary knew it was embarrassing for a 12-year-old girl to be crying. A little woman, Grandpa called her, when he saw her in her rosy pink dress. She took her red heart-shaped suitcase into the house reluctantly.

"Cheer up little lady, Grandpa loves you the most. You know that right?" Grandpa stroked her hair gently, the same smile revealing yellowed teeth after years of constant smoking. She saw him smoking on the porch once and thought he was a fire-breathing dragon. He had thick grey eyebrows hooding a pair of piercing green eyes, like a hawk. She sometimes trembled when he stared at her.

The house was filled with marble statues mainly of Greek gods and goddesses. Grandpa was a statue maker and spent most of his time chipping away in the basement. Mary was drawn to a statue near the entrance. It was of a man, muscular and fully naked. 

The man had a full head of curly hair with a strong jaw protruding. Her eyes wandered down and she stared at the male's cock which was thick and straight. She didn't know much about that but the sight of the cock gave her a strange sensation. Her mother called it puberty. 

Grandpa noticed her curiosity and said, "This is nothing for young girls. Later on, I'll explain it to you."

"Why is it so straight?" Mary thought. She was thoroughly fascinated with it and took out her handphone to snap a quick photo. Especially of that protruding part. She felt a little breathless suddenly as blood rushed to her face.

"Come on." Grandpa trudged up the stairs and the narrow corridor revealed three doors. She usually stayed in the first room. She walked up to the door and turned the knob.

It was locked. Grandpa's smile faded into a frown. "Nope, the second room is yours now. I use this one for storing things." Mary heard a whimpering sound from inside and a shiver ran up her spine. She wanted to say something but Grandpa steered her away.

The second room, her room, was neat and cosy. The bed was brand new, the woody smell permeating the lilac coloured room. A window overlooked a pine forest towards the sea. Grandpa said, "I'll leave you to rest. Want some cookies and milk?"

Tea break was usually her favourite but Mary shook her head. Grandpa left and his footsteps banged noisily down the staircase. Probably going to his basement to craft a new statue. She laid flat on the soft bed and took out her phone to scrutinise the photo again. She liked that mystery man whoever he was.

She suddenly remembered the sound from the other room. She kept her phone in her pocket and pressed her ear against the wall. Nothing. She knocked twice on the wall and waited.

She heard a metallic clang and she leapt backwards hitting the bed frame with a loud thud. She rubbed her aching backside, checking to see if Grandpa was coming up the stairs again. She quickly closed the door.

What should she do? It seemed Grandpa had trapped someone inside. A prisoner perhaps. She pressed her cheek against the wall and said, "Hello? Who's there?"

No response. Her voice couldn't travel past the wall. Her mind raced frantically as she paced in a tight circle. She got an idea but it was certainly risky. She ran to the window and poked her head out. The sea breeze stroked her face. She said loudly towards the other window, "Can you hear me now?"

"Help me," a voice said, so soft that Mary hardly heard it. She wasn't sure till she heard it again. She looked down the window at the grassy patch below. A fall would mean certain death. But she had to help that poor fellow somehow.

She climbed out of the window on to the ledge. Thankfully, the ledge was rather wide and connected to the other window but still, her nerves were getting to her. She quickly clambered backwards into her room, sweating profusely. She failed miserably.

Her room door opened and Grandpa entered with a plate of cookies, freshly baked and piping hot. She didn't ask for it. Mary pretended to be looking out of the window. 

Grandpa said, "You're sweating girl. Been exercising?" He placed the plate on top of the dresser and took out a red handkerchief to dab her forehead. He stood very close to her, his cigarette breath against her cheeks. She held her breath till he finished.

The door bell chimed. 

Grandpa frowned. "I wasn't expecting anyone."

Mary said, "Can I meet your guest?"

Grandpa bit his dry lips, looking worried. "Sure, let me check. You stay here."

He went down the stairs and opened the oak door. "Ah, Renaldo. I- I didn't know you were coming."

Mary followed Grandpa eagerly. What an exotic name, Mary wondered. After Grandpa opened the door, Mary was taken aback. Renaldo was a tall man, with long curly hair framing a strong jaw. He was wearing a tight olive white shirt which displayed his muscular physique and V-shaped form.

Mary glanced at the statue of the naked man. No doubt it was Renaldo all right. Renaldo grinned, eyes fixed on her as she stood a few feet behind Grnadpa. "Why, who is this little angel Stanley?"

"She's just my grand-daughter Mary,' Grandpa said blandly. "This isn't a good time for you-"

"Mary, come here." Renaldo interjected pronouncing her name slowly, tasting the words. He knelt down on one knee and she shuffled over uncomfortably, hands clenched up behind her back. He pointed at his statue and said, "That's me."

"I can't be sure," Mary said. "Till you're naked."

Grandpa sucked in a great hiss of air and tried to pull Mary away. Renaldo glared at him and grabbed Mary's shoulder firmly. Grandpa slicked back like a wounded dog. Renaldo laughed gently and said, "You're a funny girl Mary. I like your honesty. I might let you confirm it's me next time." He winked and stood up.

"Is it real?" She said before Renaldo could leave.

He cocked his head. "What is real?"

Mary pointed to the erect penis on the statue. She noticed the marble penis was shiny as if well polished. She felt a lump form in her throat as she stared at Renaldo. She never felt this way or this bold before.

Renaldo didn't answer and just smiled at her. He turned to Grandpa who was pale faced and said, "She's quite a girl isn't she?" Grandpa didn't reply, fear written on his face.

"Run along now, we got grownup things to discuss," Grandpa said, leading Renaldo to the basement. The door slammed shut.

Mary was still feeling hot under her dress. She hated boys before but Renaldo was different. He wasn't childish, he was a real man. She scampered to the basement door and pressed her ear against the cold wood.

Grandpa's voice was echoing inside.

"Please, not my grand daughter. She's too young for you."

"Nonsense! The younger the better. Mary is a perfect addition to my collection."

"What about the girl I have?"

"I'll test her out first," Renaldo said.

Mary was confused and trembling. Collection? Grandpa must have been keeping a girl as a prisoner. She had to save that poor girl somehow. She dashed back up the stairs and back to her room. The window was still open wide.

Mary steadied her breathing as she climbed out of the window and onto the ledge. It was narrower than she realised. The wind was blowing her dress around and her hand phone fell out of her pocket to the ground below. She forced herself not to look down as she pushed her back hard against the wall. Inch by inch she crept sideways whistling her favourite song. That's what her mother asked her to do when scared. Now she couldn't even call her without the phone.

After what seemed like an eternity, her fingers touched the next window frame and thankfully the window was open.

In one quick movement, she slid through the window and fell into the room with a thump. Her kneecaps hurt. She looked up and her blood froze. A girl, slightly older than her, was chained to the wall. She was naked, her body covered with purplish bruises. A crooked scar snaked down her tummy to her pubic region that was caked with dried blood.

The room was rather sparse and a straw mat laid in the corner. It too was matted with dried blood. Mary felt hot tears welling up as she went over to the girl. "I'm Mary and I want to help you."

The girl's face was pretty but so thin and bony. She seemed semi-conscious, her blue eyes half opened.

"Where are the keys?" Mary asked. The chains were strong and cutting into the girl's wrists.

The girl whispered, "The Master has them."

"The Master?" Mary asked.

"Tall, old man."

Grandpa. How could Grandpa do this evil thing? She had to get the key somehow but she had no idea where to start. Then she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. More than one pair of feet meaning Renaldo was accompanying Grandpa. This was the girl Renaldo wanted to test.

Mary looked around the room for a place to hide. There was no time to climb back out the window. The room only contained the bloodied straw mat and a wardrobe. She opened the wardrobe and felt her stomach lurch. Inside were racks of sharp instruments, all neatly displayed. There was a wide range of shapes and sizes, and one of them looked like a giant wine opener. Most of them were rusty and covered with dried blood. The coppery smell almost made her vomit.

She heard the sharp click of a key in the door and Grandpa's voice. No time to waste. She moved into the wardrobe carefully, avoiding the racks and managing to tuck herself into a tight corner. She reached out and pulled the wardrobe door shut.

A moment later, the room door opened. Mary couldn't see anything inside the wardrobe, it was pitch black inside. But the smell of blood was even more pungent.

"What the heck happened to her?" Renaldo said in a hard tone. "Did I tell you to touch her? Did I?"

Mary's hoped Renaldo would save that poor girl from Grandpa. He had to. Her legs were starting to cramp up because of the weird angle she was tucked in. She didn't dare move just in case she cut herself on the nasty instruments and get tetanus.

"I rented her to some visitors," Grandpa said after a long pause. "I can't control what they do. But I taught them a lesson after that."

"This girl is trash. I will not leave without one."

"But there's no more."

"Think harder old bugger," Renaldo said.

"With all due respect, Mary is out of the question!"

She gasped in horror at the thought of being sold off. She then heard a crash and a cry of pain.

"No one says no to Renaldo. I'll make you suffer first." Suddenly, the wardrobe doors flung open. The light blinded her for a few seconds then she saw Renaldo's smiling face, his curly hair ruffled up.

"Speak of the devil." He grabbed Mary's arm and dragged her out of the wardrobe roughly. She screamed as loud as she could. Grandpa was lying crumpled on the floor, blood pouring from his nose like a tap.

Renaldo grabbed a lean knife with a serrated edge from the wardrobe and pressed it against Mary's neck. "You listen to what I say little angel or I'll make you bleed from every hole in your tiny body."

Her whole body went numb with fear. She felt something hard and warm pressing into her back and she remembered Renaldo's statue and the long strange cock. He said, "You are given the honour to give birth to my child."

"You're crazy," Mary mumbled.

Grandpa was stirring and the front of his shirt was soaked in blood. He stood up slowly. "Let her go. Fight me like a man."

"You think you can win me?" Renaldo laughed. Mary stepped hard on his foot and he let out a guttural moan. His hand dropped momentarily and she dove aside.

Grandpa lunged at Renaldo, ramming him towards the wardrobe of knifes. Mary scrambled backwards, watching the two men tussle, arms flailing, blood dripping on the wooden floor. They smashed into the wardrobe and she only saw their legs.

Then Grandpa's legs twitched violently before stopping. Renaldo stepped out, blood masking his face and chest. His shirt was torn and bloodied. He was smiling.

"Grandpa," Mary said, dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She saw blood pooling at the base of the cupboard slowly where Grandpa's leg was resting.

Mary huddled in the corner of the room on the straw mat. Renaldo stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. His body was rippling with muscles. Then he took off his belt and held it in his hand like a whip. "You've been a naughty girl Mary. But I'll teach you slowly and patiently about respect." His eyes were wild.

She dashed at the door to escape when she heard a sharp crack and her back exploded with pain. She fell face down and felt the belt hitting her back again and again. The pain was almost unbearable.

She rolled into a ball and used her arms to shield herself as the blows continued raining down. It was precisely aimed at her exposed flesh. She was crying for him to stop but he didn't.

"Still want to run?" Renaldo said. She was trembling, as blood snaked down her arms from the whip gashes. She shook her head as tears welled up. The gashes were swollen and ugly, the pain like millions of ant bites.

"Take off your clothes now. Then lie on the mat." Renaldo was still holding the blood stained belt, ready to dish out some more violence. He looked like he enjoyed it. There was a wet stained bulge at the front of his pants.

Mary struggled to pull her pink dress upwards but her arms were throbbing with pain. Renaldo cursed and tossed the belt aside. Stepping over, he grabbed her dress at the collar and ripped it apart.

Mary felt naked and cold with only her panties on. She hugged her arms tightly across her small breasts. "Please, let me go. Why are you doing this?"

He didn't reply as he removed his pants and briefs. She saw Renaldo's long protruding cock like the statue and she had a strange idea. Is that how they made babies? She knew her body and emotions were transforming at this age, turning her into a real lady. But she didn't want to make babies, at least not now.

"You know how this works?" Renaldo pointed to his glistening cock. "I'll show you right now little angel. It may hurt at first but you'll like it later on. All my girls told me that."

Suddenly, the girl chained to the wall said, "Don't please. Use me instead." Mary was quite shocked she was still conscious.

Renaldo laughed. "Mary, this is Glenda. She has been rented out to men since she was a young girl just like you. She never saw her parents again."

Mary shivered at the thought of becoming like Glenda one day. Renaldo continued, "But if you're a good girl Mary, you wouldn't end up like Glenda, garbage that nobody wants."

"I hate you." Mary stared at Renaldo. "I'll never go with you."

"Ever seen eyes pop out before? I'll show you." Renaldo wrapped his fingers around Glenda's throat and choked her hard. Her face became bluish and her eyes looked like they were going to pop out. He was going to kill her.

"Stop!" Mary said, crawling over and hugging Renaldo's leg. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't kill her."

A cruel smile played on his face and he let go. Glenda was gasping for air, her chest heaving.

Renaldo caught Mary's hair and jerked her head up. She saw his cock right in front of her. It reminded her of a hotdog.

"I want you to suck it like a lollipop."

Mary didn't understand why and hesitated. Renaldo slapped her face and she quickly closed her mouth over the massive cock and began sucking it.

Renaldo closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. Mary was disgusted how this could make him happy. She saw Glenda crying as she watched silently. No wonder the statue's cock was polished.

She had an idea and she smiled.

Mary bit down on his cock as hard as she could. Blood exploded in her mouth and Renaldo let out a primal scream. She chomped harder with her teeth till it crunched. Then she let go.

Renaldo fell to the ground, blood spurting on the floor from the wound. "You devil. I'll… I'll kill you."

Mary watched in ecstasy as Renaldo writhed in pain. She thought about spitting out a tidbit of flesh she chewed off. She wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand.

"Call an ambulance, please, Mary."

Mary just stood there, her eyes twinkling. She swallowed the bit of flesh in her mouth. It tasted weird. She went over to the wardrobe and saw Grandpa's bloodied corpse, a knife protruding out of his skull.

"Mary, what are doing?"

She looked about and saw it. The hand drill that looked like a giant wine opener. She felt powerful, invincible now as Renaldo stared at her in horror.

"Little girls shouldn't be using that."

She heard the dread in his voice and almost pitied him.

"I was a little girl before you beat me," Mary said holding the sharp drill above Renaldo's face. "Now I'm a woman."

With a roar, Renaldo pulled her legs from under her and she fell back. He lunged on top of her and she turned the drill upwards.

The drill dug into Renaldo's throat and blood spurted on Mary. His face was still contorted in a grimace as he gurgled on his own blood.

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Mary sipped on a cup of hot chocolate as she sat on the living room couch. It felt good as the steaming liquid warmed her chest. She was nervously tapping the side of the mug.

She heard the doorbell ring and got up quickly. Opening the door, Mary was pleased to see Glenda, fresh and pretty. Half a year really changed both of them. One outward, the other inward.

They hugged and Mary relished the gentle soft body against her. The tangy smooth perfume smelt sweet.

"You look different," Glenda said.

Mary flicked her newly cut and straightened hair. She was glad her makeup had an effect on Glenda. "Just wanting to look good. You like it?"

"It's lovely." Glenda scanned Mary's arms and said, "The scars are almost gone."

"They'll never be gone," Mary said. "You look beautiful."

Glenda was going to say something when her eyes trained on an object in the hall. She went speechless.

"What?" Mary turned around. "Oh that? I insisted on taking it back."

Renaldo's statue was standing prominently in the living room. Naked and handsome, with the tip of the polished cock broken off.

Some scars were better not forgotten.