Soft whimpers escape her lips as his hands land on her. She can't fight back, she can't complain for she knows what he will do. He keeps using her body, he keeps forcing her to do things she should not do. Why oh why must this continue? Can no one see her pain? Or is it that there is no one there for her to lean on? She has once again lived through the nightmare, she has lived through the pain. But yet still she suffers. She suffers in silence, her days filled with despair. She no longer wants to be burdened by these fears. All she wants is to let go. She wants to let go of these memories, memories that cling to her like a second skin. Making it crawl with shame. Shame for what he has done and for not being able to stop him. Poor child you may think, but you weren't there when she killed him.