"Don't struggle." he whispered.

I didn't listen to him. I struggled and struggled and screamed so much, my my voice was hoarse. Forgetting everything my mother taught me, I broke down and cried and screamed and thrashed so much. My life depended on it, Mom. I don't care if you hate me for being weak now. If I died without fighting, you would disown me. So I did everything. Never mind my stomach hurts from way too many punches or my privates are getting abused by their disgusting fingers, I want to get out of here!

"Your struggles are only making it worse." the awful man whispered, moving his finger in and out of me.

"Rocky!" Another man entered. "Stop playing with the girl!