Echoes of Revenge

-twice in one night

       September 28, 2009

   After Killian and Rose departed, I remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity, although only a brief five minutes had passed. In that period, my body, my spirit, and my very essence were left visibly wounded. The aftermath of their actions left me unresponsive, unable to connect with my physical sensations. Every limb felt devoid of strength, as if crippled, while my thoughts were locked in an immobilizing state of paralysis.
          Unable to find the strength to move, I lay there in a state of complete vulnerability. The pain inflicted upon my body and mind was indescribable, leaving me feeling numb and disconnected from myself. The experience had left me shattered, unable to comprehend the full extent of the damage caused.
How could people be so cruel? How can you hurt a nine-year-old?

"Oh, Mommy where are you? I need you Mommy" my heart whispered.

Has God abandoned me?
"It was as though I found myself trapped in a dimly lit chamber, suffocating without any means of ventilation. The absence of windows or doors left me feeling confined and overwhelmed, causing my head to throb intensely. The ringing in my ears echoed the end of a bustling lunchtime, while my vision seemed clouded and dulled. Suddenly, my sense of hearing became remarkably acute, capturing the rhythmic ticking of the nearby clock in the archway, 'click click click.' Each sound seemed magnified, highlighting the disorienting and unsettling nature of my surroundings."
"Get up Mark"
I looked around to see who was talking but no one was there.

Is it God? No, it can't be. He has forsaken me, Mommy was so wrong about him. Am I going crazy?
My thoughts were interrupted by Rose and Killian disagreement.

"You won't be returning to that place," Rose exclaimed vehemently.
"Just give me five additional minutes, Rose. Just five more minutes. Deep down, I know you also desire to experience her essence," Killian pleaded.

"For God's sake, Killian, she is my niece. You no longer make time for me. We only engage in sexual encounters when we have kids over. Do you not find me appealing anymore?"
"Alright, fine. But I'm going back tomorrow, and whether you want to or not, you're coming with me. I want to experience her intimate area against my penis. And yes, of course, you're attractive. I just prefer it when you're not fully engaged. It arouses me."

The chaos subsided, and I released a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. I attempted to rise, but my limbs were achy, so I had no choice but to remain lying down.

"Oh, dear Lord, please!" I cried out as tears streamed down my face.

"It's all in your mind, Mark. You have to get up," the voice that I recognized said firmly.

"Who are you? What do you want? Leave me alone!" I screamed, filled with fear and confusion.

I felt a struggle in my tears as if I had reached my daily limit for crying. I could sense a snort escaping from my nose, and my face began to become messy, prompting me to use the back of my hand to wipe my nose. But a realization hit me.
If I can move my hand, maybe I can move my legs. Maybe it's all in my head after all.

        I decided to try again, and on my hundredth attempt, I managed to stand up. Slowly, I dressed myself and ventured out into the night, completely unaware of what would come next.

There was not a soul in sight. There were no vehicles and not a single person in sight.

Where am I going? I don't have a phone to call the cops.

           I persisted in my stroll along the road, desperately seeking assistance as I was lost and clueless about the whereabouts of the nearest police station. The street exuded a profound sense of isolation and tranquility, so much so that even the slightest sound, like a pin dropping, could be heard. The dew-covered grass glistened under the gentle touch of the street lights.

Not even a cricket sound? What is this place? Why am I not hearing the ocean from here?"

"I have never experienced such intense fear in my entire existence. All I desire is to lay my eyes upon someone who can provide the assistance I desperately need. Oh, dear Lord, I am in dire need of your guidance and support, now more than ever. I remember making a vow to attend church every Saturday following that significant day, but regrettably, circumstances beyond my control have prevented me from fulfilling that promise."

       I was filled with fear upon hearing the unfamiliar voice. I stumbled over my words, unable to form a coherent response. The voice reassured me, saying there was no need to be alarmed. I introduced myself and explained that I needed help finding the police station. At that moment, I couldn't help but hope that this stranger was sent by God to assist me, despite his uninviting appearance. As the rain began to fall, it seemed like a divine sign.
He noticed my disheveled hair and kindly tucked it behind my ear, remarking on how nice I looked. Something about him seemed familiar, and I couldn't help but wonder if we had met before. However, his dark skin and the red handkerchief around his neck, combined with his all-black attire and the pungent odor of marijuana, made me uneasy. His eyes were devoid of life or empathy, matching the darkness I felt inside. I pleaded with him, begging him not to harm me."

"He clutched my neck with a firm yet surprisingly delicate grip, his gaze piercing through me. He demanded to know my age. Trembling with fear, I managed to stutter out a response, saying, "I-I'm nine, sir. Just nine years old."

      Before he had a chance to utter another word, I managed to break free from his grasp and sprinted down the road. I could sense his pursuit as his shadow appeared in front of me, illuminated by the fading streetlights behind. Seeking refuge, I dashed into someone's yard, momentarily believing I had eluded him. However, my triumph was short-lived as he caught up with me just as I was climbing over a fence.

The stranger forcefully removed my clothing, and despite my feeble attempts to resist, his strength was overpowering. He possessed a different kind of determination, surpassing even that of Killian. Mockingly, he questioned me, asking why I had run and placing blame on my homelessness. His demeanor quickly changed, his anger escalating.

As he forcefully stripped away my clothes, I felt the painful bruises forming on my inner thigh. Amid his act, he began to lower his pants, and in a moment of desperation, I let out a faint cry for help. In response, he viciously struck my cheek and warned me that if I dared to cry out again, he would slit my throat.
I believed him when I looked in his eyes there was not a flint of remorse or guilt; he was just a monster.
He successfully pulled his pant down and connect his penis with my vagina. He was pushing me so hard I started to cry.
"shut up!" he said as he covered my mouth with his hands.
He was there going in and out of my vagina while one of his hands cover my mouth and the other on my neck.
He was holding my neck too tight because I felt as though I was going to pass out.
"I, I...I" he stammered
"I'm cumming" he said
who was coming?

The stranger got up and put himself together. He looked at my lifeless body with scorn and started to kick and stomp me in my belly. He hit me in my face and threatened if I make a sound he was going to slit my throat.
"You had cum in your pussy you nasty bitch!"
What is he talking about?
He unzipped his trousers and ordered me to turn over but I was so weak and I couldn't move. He grabbed me by my head and he hit my head on the wall a few times. He held my throat and squeezed it, he let it go and squeezed it again. He used the palm of his hands and hit me in the face. Grab me by my hair and fling me to the ground and I fell on my back. I felt something wet at my hairline and I knew it was blood.
He placed me on my belly and arched my bottom in the air. He licks my bottom. He forced his finger up my bottom and at that point, it was like I was immune to pain because I felt nothing. He forced his penis into my bottom. Each time he tried to put his penis in my bottom and failed, he would hit me in my head with the back of his hand. Finally, when he succeeded I felt a tear in my bottom and all I did was lay there because at that moment I knew I died. It was over for me. The bright light that was approaching me was dimming; it was getting darker and darker and darker."I hate God", was all I could whisper.
"Your ass tighter than your pussy!"

AuthorsNote
This baby went through so much...I felt bad writing this scene. Tell me what you think.