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She hated him. That horrible man. The one who had taken away her innocence, abruptly and painfully, in the darkest hours of the night. Ruining her perfect world, breaking it and scattering the pieces, leaving her to clean up the mess. His evil haunted her dreams, refusing to let her forget the night that jaded her even as she slept.
And these horrid memories, she bared alone for she could never bring herself to speak of such pure evil to another. Her shame forbids her that release. To see the horror of it flash upon another's face would break what little part of herself she had left. She clung to that small part desperately, like a life line, terrified of the darkness below her.
This despicable man was eating her from the inside, killing her more each day. And for that she hated him, that man, that thief, that monster. He had made her feel so weak and helpless, made her tremble like a small child. His abuse left her with such pain and self-loathing that at times she felt she could hardly breathe. And yet, she kept quiet. Never telling a soul what happened that night.
Her only wish was to forget, erase the painfully vivid memories from her mind. She dreaded her reflection, seeing the filthy thing she had become. How she loathed that man, she would have wanted nothing less then his murder for what he did. The mere thought of his death brought on a strange emptiness within her. It was a pleasant feeling, so much better then her pain.
It had started off to be the perfect night; she sometimes wondered how it could have turned into something so wrong.
Every night she sunk into a realm of nightmares. Filled with visions of his cruel smile, the feel of his touches filled with forcefulness and lust where he should have been tenderness and love. And every night she would wake up, her breath catching in her throat, a cold sweat trickling down her spine, her eyes darting around madly in the darkness, still hearing his voice calling her name from the shadows. His voice could drive her to the point of madness. At times, it seemed that remnants of the dream hung heavily in the air, and she could almost see his pitiless eyes staring back at her. On those nights she would cry, letting her tears flow freely and the sound of her sobs fill the room. Letting her self go and weeping over the pain, the humiliation.
That was all she could do now, cry over her loss to that vile man, that repulsive creature. And once the tears subsided, then came a deep black hate. One that started in the pit of her stomach and rised up until it crashed through her veins, consuming her entirely. Her hatred for that man, the man who had turned her into the wreck she was now.
But she will live under the burden of her secret, until the day she dies. She will take to the grave that secret; her boyfriend raped her that night.
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