I still remember vividly, like it happened yesterday. He sneaked into my room, sat on the bed and started caressing my thighs. I woke up shocked, "uncle, please stop touching me", I begged. But his hands kept moving up.
I tried to push his hands away, but I couldn't. I called out to mummy, but there was no response. He pinned me down with his big and heavy legs, his hands were all over me. I tried to wriggle free but it was futile. He tore my panties. "uncle please stop, don't do this. I promise, I won't dislike you again. Please let me go" I begged and cried, but he'd not leave me.
Then came the sharp excruciating pain, I screamed and cried. The pain went through my body, I couldn't bear it. Uncle was hurting me terribly. Everything went dark, I woke up weak and in pain.
That was two years ago, he still keeps coming. Mummy said I should allow him or else he'd go away. Uncle pays for everything; the house, my school fees, food and clothes.
I wish I could live free; free from this sexual bondage, free from the wickedness of my mum.