She Screamed!

Chapter 8

She screamed, but her screams weren't loud enough
He could be her father, uncle and yet he was making love
She screamed, but her screams were gone
She wasn't breathing anymore, she was dead and done

Mlanwin had come from school and she went home. She was so tired to wash her uniforms. She couldn't even bend down because of the sores between her legs.

“Knock, knock,” Uncle Joe knocked on the door. “Who's there?” Mlanwin asked, yelling softly.

She was packing her books and uncle Joe opened the door and he entered the room. As soon as she saw him, the fear grabbed her heart.

“Oh, Uncle Joe. Hello,” Mlanwin said in fear. “Hello. Why didn't you come to me today?” Uncle Joe looked at her fixedly.

Mlanwin began to stammered. “I... I.. just came from school,” she couldn't catch her breath.
“Okay, I'm here to visit you, I thought something happened” Uncle Joe said, locking the door after him unknowingly to her.

Mlanwin traveling documents were all set for Friday and today was Wednesday. She was excited that she was finally leaving this torture.

He began to move closer to Mlanwin and she began to move backwards slowly. Because the room was tight, she had nowhere to escape.

“Uncle Joe, please,” she started to cry. He took off a small knife from his back pocket and threaten that if she yells or refuse him, he'll kill her right there. He even reminded her of the earlier threats on Mama and her siblings.

“Shhh, don't cry now darling. Be a good girl and take of your clothes gently,” Uncle Joe said with ease.

Mlanwin had no choice but to do so. The fear, the anger, you could see everything dancing upon her dark brown face.

“Now lay down slow and close your eyes,” Uncle Joe said with a smirk.
The tears rolled down her eyes. You could see her eyes pleading for mercy. But this time around he wasn't about fingering. He wanted much more than this.

He dropped the knife, took off his blue jeans trousers and lay on top of the little girl.

He began to force his gigantic penis into the little girl and he felt good.
He was enjoying this. This was the best thing he had ever had.

She started to cry because the pains were unbearable. She couldn't hold it in.

She screamed but no one could hear her or even come to her rescue. He kept forcing his way, destroying her womb.

He began to make euphony sounds whilst the little girl was crying and screaming for her life.

She screamed but her screamed weren't loud anymore. She looked at him with that sorrow in her eyes.

She screamed but he kept forcing and forcing her way. The tears that rolled down her eyes pleaded for justice. “Why are you destroying my future?” That was the last word that came out of Mlanwin's mouth.
Her eyes went shut and she was gone.

He kept raping her over and over but little did he know, she was already dead.

He didn't just raped her but took away her existence. Murdered her in cold blood.

His pleasures has become one's nightmare, one's destruction, one's sorrow and one's pain.

After he was done, he wore his clothes all smiling. He felt satisfied between the legs of an eight year old. He moaned so nicely, like it was a good thing. He enjoyed ever second of it without regrets or shame.

“Mlanwin, get up and wear your clothes,” he whispered, fixing his belt. Now he'd realized she wasn't talking nor moving. “Mlanwin? Mlanwin?” he got afraid.

He began to shake her continuously but she wasn't moving. He began to check her 'BP', her skin, everything but nothing seemed to work. She was way gone from this world.

The blood was rolling from between her legs, you could see how pale her  body looked. He didn't just damaged her womb, he damaged her vagina also.

He started to cry, feeling remorseful for his abominable act but it was too late. No amount of tears in this world could bring her back.

Was this worth it? To finish and cry and act all pitiful?

A thought struck his mind. He put her clothes back on and took a knife from Mama's dishes and stabbed her to make it look like she killed herself. He wiped the floor and ran home.

He had killed an innocent girl, her dreams, her future and her family.
He had denied her the right to live.

Was this the pleasures? Was this the euphoria he found? Murdering an innocent girl, raping the life out of her with no second thoughts.

Was the pleasures worth it? Was it worth enough to commit such dreadful atrocity?

If only he had sat down, thought about all this, the risks and danger. If only he kept his penis in his trousers and never got aroused by an eight year old.

Was this the help she asked for?  Was this the kind gesture he promised to give?

If only she knew from the very start, she wouldn't have accepted his help. She would've just passed without greeting.

If only she knew he was going to destroy her and rip her off life, she wouldn't had sat there and allowed him continue with this devilish act.
But what is done is done right?

So he's just going to walk away with this?

This is not the end!

Wait for chapter 9