This pain was a lot less than what I felt when he touched me. It was nothing in comparison to the pain he gave when he tore my blouse and slapped me. I was shouting and crying for help, but nobody heard me. I tried to run, but that devil pulled me and forced himself all over me. When he was done, he didn’t even bother to put a piece of cloth over me. I was lying there for hours - naked and all bruised. But now Mumma, I am free, free from all the pain and torture. I am going, Mumma. I told you and all you asked me to stay quite. Now don’t cry, please. I love you, and Papa but I couldn’t live with that pain anymore. I will miss you, Mom. Bye!