She would never forget the first time it happened. How could she when the horror, and the stench, and the shame of it were always with her? And she would never forgive him. Over her frozen corpse. But that was not what brought back these locked up memories, no, it was the sudden realization that her parents thought she was living the glorious life they envisioned when they sent her here.

They—her parents—had wanted the best for her. And with that burning love, she was told to live with her aunt who had promised her all the things she’d only wished for in her father’s house. She had been promised decent food, a nice and comfortable room and most importantly, quality education. Everyone said that she had a bright future, and that required a sound education.

Well, to her credit, her aunt had trained her in the top-notch schools in the area up to her second year in the university. She had treated her the same way she treated her children. But with all the information they gave her about this place, this hell on earth, no one had told her about this monster of a man—her aunt’s husband. He was the perfect definition of malevolence.

As she mopped the living room, she was hit by a tsunami of painful memories. Her mind drifted to the first time he did it. She was cleaning the their room (the room he shared with his wife). So intent was she on her task that she never noticed him as he crept in. Not until he grabbed her by the waist and flung her on the bed. He leapt on top of her and her fight for survival ensued. She flapped her hands on his face and chest, scratching and punching him. But all those her struggles were futile; he was much stronger and with his eyes glazed over by naked lust, she knew that he would achieve what he wanted.

When it dawned on her that she couldn’t flip him over, in a last effort, she pleaded, oh she did plead, imploring him to remember his wife and the fact that he was her uncle. All these fell on deaf ears.

He tore her clothes off her body, and with a superhuman strength, ripped off her underwear. Fear set her hands into a frenzy of punches and scratches. He gripped her hands and pinned them under his knees as he nudged her thighs apart with his hands. Then pulling down his trouser, he brought out his throbbing member.

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