The Elder

He hit me

I didn’t really know what I had done wrong and as I was trying to work it out, he began to strip me which was followed shortly by a whip on me.

I was 6 and just couldn’t understand why he was on me then in me, all over my less than prepubescent body.

First it was a finger or two. I watched him grin as I squirmed in pain.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? My mind yelled but my body remained still and afraid.

Then he undressed. I’ve blotted out memories of the rest. The pain, the confusion. Now I’m depressed.

Later that night, he brought me cookies and milk and read me a bedtime story and with a smile he said, “If you tell your mum she’ll end up dead.”

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