Mischa had spent the last ten minutes cleaning the floor of her parent's bedroom. She has also spent the time weeping uncontrollably. It wasn't the first time that she had to endure such sexual exploitation but it felt like it. It still had the same effect on her as if it was the first time. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her mother and father had come into her room. She was nine years old; her mother had said "This is the night you become a woman." while her father had eyed little Mischa hungrily. Mischa was terrified of her mother. She had started abusing her from the tender age of four. All she had known was pain in this household. Her father had then sat on the bed beside Mischa and started to carress her small arms. Mischa had brushed his hands away immediately not liking the feeling of being exploited. Her mother had then said "Listen to me. You little bitch. You will what we want you to do and you will not utter a single word of this to anyone. Or I will ensure that you live the rest of your pitiful life regretting every wasted breath you take."
