The scars that are left on her skin are something that are a mystery to those around her. The eyes darkened during the time she was freed from her capture have to be covered in stories of abuse, scandals, most preferably rings of traffic but they do not truly cover what occurred. All of these are just words and scenarios many believe to have happened, but the truest of these are in the words of the girl, that of which she vehemently believes no one should hear, that no one should revisit, that no one should go through, that no one should remember.
Her father, a lovely and outstanding man on the outside, was the one that begun the torment that was received by her continuously, over the course of the next few years. There were days when she believed there was some reason, some good reason that would justify what he did to her; but there was none. All the pain that she felt, the reasons were for fun. The reasons for the torn flesh, ripped skin, damaged innards and slashed lips, were for nothing but pleasurable endeavors by the persons that have birthed her. To say that she was broken would be an understatement, dumbfounded, surprised, confused, there are not many words to describe the feeling that a daughter feels when her family member ignores her cries for help, and instead turns to her saying that she should accept it because it is for the good of only him or her.
It started slow, first the chains to her arms, and over time it diversified.
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رعبHer body broken, Reshaped, Destroyed, Completely changed from what it originally was... An unrecognizable husk of its original beauty.
