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David sat in silence with Nyiah, keeping his eyes on her as she cried silently to herself.
He couldn't hear her, but he could see her wipe her face every once in a while, occasionally sniffing. He'd been trying to talk to her for a few hours now, and she remained silent.
"Nyiah please look at me baby." Dave softly spoke, and she turned her head, her eyes stained red from crying as she looked at him.
"Ima get you out of here. I promise. I'm so sorry baby. I'm so fucking sorry I let that happen to you. I'm sorry." His voice cracked, and she looked away from him.
"It's not your fault." She mumbled, her voice quiet and hoarse.
The room went back silent as he kept his eyes on her, seeing her body curled up in a ball. She felt exposed in front of his eyes, unable to put her ripped clothes back on.
She couldn't believe she'd been violated again, by the same person who molested her as a kid. She'd never told anyone of any of the abuse she'd sexually suffered as a child, no one would believe 11 year old her anyway.
"It wasn't his first time." Nyiah mumbled after a while, he head resting on her knees, her eyes closed.
"He touched me when I was a kid. I was 8. My mom and dad had separated when I was 6, but they'd tried again and was on and off for like 5 years. And Kaden used to come over on the weekends. The reason my mom and dad separated for good was because my mama cheated on him with Kaden." Nyiah told him.
"He touched me every weekend for like a month. Every damn weekend. And my sister too. She hated him at first, but then she started to enjoy it, you know a natural reaction to sex, but then it got deeper than that. I tried telling her he did the same to me, but she didn't believe me, she was on his side. Told me I was a liar and I just wanted attention." She chuckled, sniffing.
"He never raped me though. Only touched me, made me give him head 3 times. I never think too much on it. I can't go back and change the past, you know? Sometimes we just have to deal with the fact that niggas is sick." She mumbled, her shoulders sulking from being sore in the chains.
"I'm going to kill him Zikani. I promise to god Ima kill him." Dave rasped, and she nodded.
"I know baby." She looked around the basement, keeping her knees to her chest. Nyiah sat up straight, thinking of how to get her chains off from her hands that were behind her back.
She hissed as she laid on her back, her lower half sore. Dave watched as she brought her hands under her body, and over her feet, her hands now in front of her.
The chains around her ankles and her wrists now overlapped each other, and she cursed to herself.
"Rub them together baby. As hard as you can." Dave told her, and she looked at him, before looking back down at the chains.
