---- I'm still stuck in a state of shock, and that's why the sight doesn't bother me that much - even when my gaze falls on the massive mirror on the opposite wall of the bathroom. | can see every bruise, cut and tooth mark. My body is ruined. | am ruined. Although | know this is the aftermath of my father's doings, | can't help but hate the guy. Had he been paid to rid me of virginity yet was it necessary for him to leave me in such a mess? There's barely a scrap of skin that isn't branded in my assault. My father is a soulless, heartless man, but | still refuse to believe he could toss in a couple of extra dollars just to see this, all of this. Like this sort of damage one would think would cost extra, | look as if my father kicked me in an arena with his best warriors. How sick it is that someone already paid to ruin me in one way yet also take pleasure in seeing such ruin cover me. I'm not a child, I've heard women in pack discuss their first times with men, and none of ---- them mentioned anything remotely as damaging as my experience. At worst, some mentioned being sore, but none complained about their bodies being broken beyond repair. None of the stories | overheard said they were left mutilated. And that is exactly what that man did to me - he mutilated me. He made sure to leave scars as if they are his trophies for robbing me of my innocence. A constant reminder of what he had done. A cold shiver runs down my spine. No matter what happens, | will do anything it takes to forget the dreadful night ever happened. | won't let that man destroy the future | might have. | am not a victim, | am a survivor and that' s what | will remain to be, regardless of how bad it gets. He has no power over my life. None. And | refuse to give him more energy or thought than he deserves. But if | fail to forget, if | fail to escape this hell and my father manages to marry me off toa monster, at least | know what to expect from ---- men. "Why?" The maid asks through the violent hiccups. | can't think of an answer; instead, | focus on other thoughts. All these years, I've addressed her as the maid. Each time | asked for a name, it had always been the maid. | wonder why. Yes, this question sounds better than many others that came before. "Please, child, speak to me. You can't stay silent; don't push me away." She drops to her knees and gently rests her head on my bloodied thighs. I'm surprised she doesn't mind the mess and chooses to ignore it to have skin to skin contact with me. "He's selling me," the answer leaves me as a statement. It shouldn't sound like one because | know a true father wouldn't describe a child's fate as a business deal, but that's how it feels; that's how my father makes it sound. To hell, he made sure ---- to emphasise how important it is for him that | can please the man he has chosen for me to marry. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!