"I was very little when it first began. She used to hold me down and say it would make a man out of me. It didn't it made me a monster. I tried to poison her. I tried to shove her down the stairs. I tried everything to kill her. She wouldn't fucking die. The heartless bitch was immortal it seemed. I ran away from home at age 13. Ive been homeless ever since. People have treated me like trash my whole life. I never had a chance. I've tried my whole life to get a job beyond menial odd jobs. I'm just a bum in a slum. I'll never escape the hell she made my life into," he announced to the group.
I could feel his pain. His words churned in my mind. He looked so helpless when he told his story. He was a full grown man, but I imagined him as a small child sitting there. He appeared so innocent and sweet. I wiped a tear from my left eye. I wanted her dead. I knew it was impossible though. They knew my real name. Their stories added fuel to my raging fire.
"When I was a little girl my uncle used to play tag with me. The game was fun at first, but he took it too far. He started touching my brests. He apologized at first. My parents thought he was an amazing man playing with his niece.
"The touching got much worse. He took me to the woods to play tag. He massaged my vagina. I hated it. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. He laughed with his rotten teeth. He always smelled like alcohol and cigarettes mixed together. He told me if I ever told my parents he would kill me. I told them anyway and they didn't believe me. I was spanked and sent to my room for making up stories.
"I got on drugs when I was a teen to erase the racing thoughts. I felt like if I could just be blank for a time then I would be okay. The drugs were worse than the rapes. I forgot my name and location. I was so strung out I lived in a fantasy world.
"I was kicked out of my house. I was seen as a bad seed for my siblings. At age 15 I lived in a foster home. I was molested by another man. An adopted father he used kids as his sex partners. He called me his wife. I was so strung out on dope that I didn't care.
"I overdosed twice and I had a stroke. If you were wondering about my droopy face that is why it sags down. I'm an ugly piece of shit. I know I'm nothing and I wish I was dead. If I could end my life I would. Turns out I'm too fucked up to even kill myself properly. I can't even get that right," the young woman cried to the circle of crying people.
YOU ARE READING
Pedokiller
Mystery / ThrillerA woman who is molested as a child decides to kill pedofiles and rapists for revenge. She may be the last hope for a perverse society.
