My whole body throbbed with pain as I turned to look at the man lying next to me in the makeshift bed. His fleshly lusts now fulfilled, he turned his face away from me in exhaustion. I stared at his back, hairy and damp with man sweat, and I was consumed with but one thing:
I hated him.
I hated him and all he meant to me. I hated him and all the other men. I hated their desires, their demands, their sick passions. I hated all that came to me night after night, hour after hour, taking from me without concern or care, robbing lustfully from my most intimate self, forcing upon me their terrible aggression and monstrous demands. I hated him, I hated the man before him, and I would hate the next.
With the deepest, most bitter and passionate hate.
My head rolled back and I stared upward at the single filament light bulb above me.. The light seemed to draw me like a flame that burned... deep into me... into the empty walls of who I once was. My mind drifted away.. far away...
Back to another time, a time before. Before I was taken. Before they stole me. It was like a dreamland, a far away fantasy instead of the beautiful memory it really was. Back to a home, a family, and sunlight. Back to playing with other children, running home to supper, laughing with my brother and sister, seeing my mother in the house and my father returning home each day.
I was daddy's girl! Every evening he would see me and grab me up in his arms. He would tickle me and laugh, and hug me! Oh, to feel that hug again, that warmth and love, that amazing special moment that made my life so wonderful. If only I could see my daddy again...
The light of the fantasy ended as a knock came on the door. Time was up. Time for this man to go and another soon come. I reached out to find the fantasy again... before the memory faded away to darkness... but it was too late. That man was gone... and all men were evil. Evil, cruel and wicked.
I rose from the bed to go clean myself up, pain shooting from my members and from deep within my body. I had to prepare for the next assault, and perform without question, otherwise the beatings would begin again. I had no time for the turmoil within, the fire of battle between good and evil. I would shut out the light and embrace the darkness, where I would hide from the madness and try to survive... in pain and in hate.
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