Anna whimpered when she was pulled towards him, she began to tremble again. Regretting what she had brought on as she saw him taking off his pants. She closed her eyes as she knew she was probably going to have to endure it whether she liked it or not now from the way he was holding her. She opened them again to look in the same direction as before. The noises her father were making were definitely not mood setting for this type of activity. She felt herself being lifted up and she tensed. She was about to try and pry herself free as well as to tell him she changed her mind, when his attention was shifted.<br/><br/>He got himself fully clothed again before yanking her along with him down the stairs. She hated the noises. She'd never heard more terrible noises come from her father than they did now. It had her frightened to the core. She didn't even want to look to see what was going on. So she pulled her camisole down to try and cover herself as much as possible as she was made to stay there by the hand of Conda.<br/><br/>Conda's laughing did nothing to comfort her. She wanted to go back to the top of the building, where she  might not be able to hear him. Where she would feel safe again. If only temporarily. As soon as Conda let go her hand, she glared at him as he teased her father. He obviously had no understanding of how upset this place made her. She didn't care though, she kicked Conda in the back of his leg before running as fast as she could back up the stairs.<br/><br/>She panted and freaked out for a moment as soon as she was out of the basement, but then she went on. Up all the stairs again to Gooses' room. She tore her way inside. She realized then that she'd left her shorts downstairs. So she went for the sheets that were lodged within the broken slot in the window. Pulling at it, several loose pieces flung towards her. One leaving a small cut beneath her eye, making her whimper and cry for a moment before getting closer to the hole. She broke away several more pieces with her bare hands, cutting herself more. When finally she was able to get the sheet free, she wrapped it round herself.<br/><br/>Then, she picked up the drawer. It being the only real weapon that she felt she could handle presently, she held it fast as she looked to the door. She wasn't sure if Conda had followed her, or would follow her. But she still wanted to get out. She couldn't possibly get out the window with what she had. So she would have to go out one of the main doors on the first floor.<br/><br/>Deciding to pick up a few shards of glass, she placed them in the small drawer. If Conda did come, she could always throw them at him right? It would at least distract him momentarily. She went out into the hall, ducking into the bathroom as she checked to see if Conda was coming again. She started down the stairs. Pausing at every corner to listen and look for any sign of Conda. Her plan was to get to the bottom, get he shorts, than to run as far as she could before hiding. She only hoped she could make it back to the bottom without trouble. She didn't particularly want to fight on the stairs. It was far too dangerous. She just wanted to feel<em>safe</em>again.