Eight

LAURA

“What did that monster do to you?” He asked worriedly. “I swear I will...”

“You'll what?” I asked crying bitterly. “Was what he did any less from what you did? Huh?”

He became silent.

I wiped the mucus that had been running from my nose with my left hand, and with my right hand I wiped the tears sweeping through my cheeks.

And no I wasn't naked. My armpits were gripped tight on the bedsheet that hid my nakedness.

“Where is Aden? And how did you get in here?” I asked willing.

“He wasn't at the doors of your chamber, and what do you mean how did I get in here.” He got interrupted by me.

“Please leave, I have to freshen up.”

He got up and left the room. As soon as he had left, I burst into stream of years, for I was no strong woman. I felt weak and stepped on, and everyday I curse my uncle for the immense suffering and pain he has put me through.

For I am nothing but a sex toy used for relief only when needed. These men had miserably used me to fulfill their selfish sexual desires