As soon as the good doctor was in the jacket, Krista insisted on checking over Cian’s body. Eyes still a little unfocused, she was more interested in making sure that he was in fact okay. That Daniel had not hurt him. She stopped after pushing the shirt off of him. Whimpering softly. Not seeing any bruises or marks, she sat back finally satisfied.
Krista watched as they helped the good doctor down the stairs to the basement. Walking over to Jessica, Krista smiled at the girl. Noticing her father, she could see the look of despair on the girls face. The situation was finally sinking in. They were in trouble and no one was going to save them. Krista started to move to backhand Jessica, when she felt Cian’s arms around her pulling her back. A whimper of protest escaped her lips but she did not struggle. Snuggling into his arms.
“Still no bruises for the little slut?” Trying to look up at Cian with an innocent look on her face. “I wanna see daddy fuck his little girl…”