On the night of October 23rd, her life shatters.
A seven-year-old girl wakes in silence, her body broken and her spirit trembling.
With nothing but pain and moon to guide her, she escapes into the darkness, bleeding, barefoot, and alone.
Under a pal...
It had been one hour since she had been struggling and screaming, and then she felt like maybe it was going to be fine, so she stayed silent after the one-hour continuous struggle.
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She searched and looked through the walls of the room and saw a clock hanging there. It was working; it was 9:00 p.m. now. A wave of fear came across her whole body. She thought her father would beat her if she didn't go back home, and she thought, 'He just said he'll come in a few minutes, and I don't know where I am.' Maybe I lost my way and entered the wrong house, and now the house owner is punishing me.
These thoughts gave pain to her tiny head, and she started crying hopelessly. Meanwhile, an elderly man entered the room and immediately closed the door.
She went silent. She kept thinking over and over again about how to apologize to this man so he would allow her to go back. She saw him coming toward the bed where she was sitting.
She was scared from head to toe. As soon as he sat near her, she started apologizing. "I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm sorry. Please release me. My mom is waiting for me. I want to play with my brothers." She was shivering, and her tongue was trembling. It was cold, so cold, and she wasn't wearing her sweater. Her injuries weren't covered. Her knee and elbow were still bleeding, but slowly, because of the cold. The bleeding slowed, but the pain became harder to bear.
"Stop it, little ladybird," he chuckled, "or I'll clip your tiny wings." He was disgusting, talking like an uneducated, foolish man.
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He sat before her, a youthful-looking man around 29 or 30 years old.
Fear gripped her. "I don't know who you are, but please take me to my house," she said, crying. But her words were cut short as she felt the rope constricting her wrists.
Her voice trembled as she saw him holding her waist and then slowly holding her hand in his.
"Your hands are so soft, girl. He's right, you are worth the price I paid him," he said while releasing her hands.
She didn't understand what he was saying. Meanwhile, he started kissing her hands, his lips touching her skin. A wave of disgust coursed through her body. She pulled her arm to free herself from his grip, but his laughter filled the room.
"Stop struggling. You're not going anywhere until I get what I want. I have come so far, and now I have no intention of leaving my food."
Something was wrong; she knew it. That's why she wanted to leave. She kept crying and begging, but nothing seemed to affect him. He just kept kissing her hands, ignoring her words.
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Then, after a few seconds, he asked with a sly grin, "Girl, do you know the two things about hell? You must have learnt or heard about hell and heaven in your school, haven't you?"
She remained silent, but she knew about it. Hell was a place where bad people go, and heaven was a place where good people go.
He looked at her silence and sat closer, lowering his voice. "Hell is never-ending pain, and there's no return from it. And you chose this for yourself."
