I saw it all.
I
saw the frightened little girl dashed inside the room, pursued by darkness. She
tried to lock the door but she wasn’t fast enough. The darkness crammed the
room with his dread and the girl screamed, praying to the universe to help save
her innocence. But the universe was
deaf that night and God was miles away.
So she begged.
‘Please don’t. Please, don’t hurt me.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ said the
darkness. ‘Just want to have fun. Trust me, you will love it.’
‘I don’t want to. Please go away.’
‘No, not going anywhere.’
And so, she fought the darkness. Alone, she fought. She was a warrior, that girl was, biting and
scratching, hell-bent on tasting dark blood.
But she was just a little girl. And
little girls are no match for a demon possessed.
He punched her in the face, broke a rib
or two, reducing her to a bloody mess. Then he dragged her on the bed, pinned
her down and started working on her clothes. When he was done, she was stark
naked and this pure angel drove the darkness mad, his loins on fire. And so it
was that the mad darkness entered the little girl, giving pain and taking
pleasure. Broken, the little girl wept, her tears a river of flawless grief.
I should have saved the little girl guys
but how could I? Like you all, I was just a hungry rat looking for food.
