Nasty by Dr. Xyz Page A

clarified. She took a big sip out of the bottle. The liquid warmed her insides and inspired her to face the truth.
    An hour later, exhausted from reading, Nicola’s brain whirled with details of her childhood. All the disjointed scenes from her childhood were now connecting and finally making some kind of crazy sense as she now remembered how life had been with her adopted parents.
    The fiasco with Harrison was not the first tragic event in her life. From Nicola’s perspective, on the scale of life’s catastrophes, it only scored a three out of a possible ten. No, the big ten belonged to her childhood. Her fucked-up childhood.
    The Martins weren’t exactly Claire and Cliff Huxtable of
The Cosby Show
. The only decent thing they had done was rename their baby girl in honor of the Nicola building, where officials discovered her at birth. It had all gone downhill from there.
    From their rustic secluded cabin in Albany Pond, New York, Hezekiah and Ida Martin had run an ultra successful video business. Their top earner quickly became “Scenes with baby Nicola” series. These were not the cutesy, first steps taken, firstwords spoken type of home family movies. Her parents were proud, card-carrying sex perverts.
    They adopted beautiful Nicola for the singular purpose of casting her in child pornography scenes. From day one, Nicola was the star in their sick videos. The couple filmed Nicola as they and other paying adults performed lewd and indecent sexual acts with her.
    Nicola did not have a childhood. Her first memory, at age three, was of her daddy, Hezekiah, ejaculating all over her face. Mommy was directing her from behind the camera to laugh aloud and act happy. This scene was repeated so often, little Nicola grew up thinking it was normal.
    When she turned five, the couple made more serious, painful demands of her body. Customers paid more for videos that included both sex and violence. The Martins thought nothing of tying her up and slapping her around. They would thrust objects into her mouth, anus, or vagina. All the time her “parents” would ignore her screams as she pleaded for them to stop. The pain at times was unbearable. The more she screamed, the torture would intensify. All the while, the camera rolled.
    Successfully isolating her from the world, they home-schooled Nicola. She quickly learned how to read and, at age seven, she could understand the newspaper. By age eight she’d connected all the dots and knew that this “loving couple,” the only parents she knew, who had tortured her without mercy, were the devil and his wife. She was desperate to escape.
    On her eighth birthday, she ran away. Unfortunately, they caught her in the woods near their cottage. For punishment, her father had chopped off her pet ferret’s (that everyone called Little Nicola) head. Her mother forced her to witness the spectacle. As the ferret’s headless body jerked in what seemedto be endless spasms, blood squirted everywhere, some splashing on Nicola.
    Hezekiah promised if she ran away or called the authorities, she and the animal would share more than just the same name. The next day, he brought home another pet ferret and renamed it Little Nicola. She cared for it as if her life depended on it. They were inseparable.
    Nicola needed to find a way out of her hell. The filming sessions had become a loathsome part of her day. She felt nasty and dirty after performing in the scenes. She hated her life as a “child star.” Ironically, a video saved her. At age ten, she watched a movie about a pyromaniac. It gave graphic details about how they had burnt down a house, killing everyone in it.
    Over the next few years, Nicola was convinced that the only way she would survive was if the Martins died. The thought obsessed her as she made meticulous plans for their “departure.” A few months shy of her thirteenth birthday, at the Martins’ annual “for perverts only” Fourth of July celebration, alcohol flowed freely