Chapter one: the men that kept visiting.
The cold air froze the night to a standstill; the pale houses stretched over the lightly cobbled path. Backed against a cold, barren and old wall a small child dressed in a silk night gown, that buried her small frame, she stood standing; clutching onto a burnt golden teddy, whose eyes hung attached by a single thread. She stood. Waiting.
Old Victorian doors kept the small child isolated from the inside world, a safe world. A grey misty fog rolled in and slipped over the girl's feet, she trembled. As she tried to move, her rusted metal chain shook violently with her movement, and kept her prisoner one last time. She slid down the wet wall, over powered by tiredness; she sank into a deep sleep.
As the morning sun burst through the dusty dawn, spelling a new day. She awoke from her slumber to be greeted by a few scraps of food, her first in weeks. It was cold, but at least it was something. After scoffing the few morsels, she examined the only place she knew, it was wet, her gown was soaked through; her tiny frame peeped though the holes that now began to show. Dampness covered the ground like film creating a slippery surface, as she scrambled to her feet, she saw something. Something familiar.
A small sparkling tear rolled down her face, someone was coming! Was it him? The silhouette grew closer, approaching…
…She awoke, still crying. It happened again. Her tiny body ached all over, the pain pierced through her legs, unable to stand, she cried. A small crack in the door appeared; a tall plump man gleamed at the girl. He steamed towards the girl, his footsteps weighed down with anger; a sharp and hard force connected with the girl's face, the force was strong enough to carry the small child through the air. The angry man advanced towards her. He used his full weight to continually beat her.
Hours must have passed before she was able to carry her own weight. Her delicate frame was masked in bruises and deep cuts. Her aching body collapsed, she fell like a pin to the floor. Maybe someone would help?
Nightfall had just begun, the sun starting too hid behind the grey mysterious clouds as the moon began to wake from its sleep. She opened her eyes, her vision still blurred from her beating; as it regained she make out the shape of 3 tall silhouettes, they loomed over her, whispering to each other. She shut her eyes quicker than ever, wishing them away. Not now she prayed, not now! The 3 men began to grab her limbs, she had no energy to push them away, even if she did; how would she get away? She lay there, still as ever, she allowed them to commence their torture on her beaten and worn out body, was this all she was used for? An object for grown men to act out their deepest and ugliest desires? The rape went on for hours, until the men grew tired or bored, the throbbing pain was numb, and she felt nothing. She didn't know the meaning of love, safety or comfort. The warm kind sun was peeping over the hills kissing her bloodied face with a warm motherly glow, the butterflies where fluttering freely, they flew free; a dream the girl knew was too stupid to wish for. Everything these monsters behind the tall old doors took for granted a wish she prayed for every night.
Her nightly visits were never obvious, she was forever on edge. Waiting. Her visits were never of the same man, it was like a club. A club for sadistic men to join; men who liked hurting little girls. The odd time she would get the familiar face, but these were rare. Men came and went, like nothing happened. Many years passed when her visits stopped. She didn't know her exact age, but she could feel small bumps on her chest. She was changing. For good or bad, she didn't know; but only she was changing.