She was scared, she was shivering,
her home work was half done, full
of errors...
The clock struck ten, she looked at
it again..
.almost willing it to go slower...
The door opened, he walked in, she
stood still...
Every filament in her body
shivering...
She looked at her mother for help,
she looked aside at something...
She shrieked trying to get away,
she was caught in his pincer like arms,
she dreaded what came next...
They tied her to the table and then
came the lash,
down it came in thunderous crack,
there was tears in her eyes....
Her mother looked on, without a
drop of remorse; she was immune to it...
A weekly ritual for her brother, he
beat the living daylights out of her only daughter...
The bleeding body of her, trembled,
in agony which was still yet to come...
Four men came; two with a camera
recorded their shameful acts in glory...
She felt her entire body burn, her
soul convulse in shame...
She endured in silence, her young
dreams shattered...
Her mother collected two hundred
from him, hung her head low, and thanked him...
She tended her wounds....
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