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She lay still indecently exposed, unable to think. Her body panicked by the rush of pain and violence that filled her bruised shell.

Her dilated eyes scanning and searching for refuge, safety, security anywhere they can’t get her again. She won’t survive it again. “Quietly, I must move quietly, can’t let them hear me…ssshhh.

If only my shivering lips would do as my mind tells it too”. Not a sound, don’t let it slip out. Keep the quivering sadness hushed away. Do not mumble, don’t you dare cry! Move quickly, over there, under there, don’t disturb them.

Must hide. Crouch down lower, small as possible, tippy toes, don’t shuffle. The taste of her own blood filling her mouth from the beating, her vagina bruised, battered, torn, ripped, and bleeding.

Privacy taken away, her personal self and identity invaded by men, greedy men, savage men, violent men, hateful men. Their scent covering her skin, dirty, greasy, mould smell of over grown men holding her down, tracing her body with their tongues.

What senseless point was trying to be made? This was not necessary, no need. What’s the explanation for destroying my soul? “Hush”…such loud thoughts will make them think of me again, they not done, not finished, not even close; if they were I would be dead by now.”

I can feel them crawling around me, inside of me” laughing and smiling at my expense, it was pleasing for them but I know I died, part of me will never be hole again, never be comfortable again, never feel again.

I must try get out of here, this place, where am I? Wait. I hear them, they coming, they coming towards me, not again...no “HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME”…

The door creaked open, slowly, allowing the shadows to appear as frightful nightmare creatures, sending cold fearing shivers through my body, they were nothing but darkness. His grimace smile alerted my senses, from his back he pulled out a large machete, this was it. God Help me.