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It was a loud cry.

The kind that brought shivers down anybody’s spine.

It travelled through the cold walls of an empty hall.

Still, nobody heard but her.

It was all in her head.

For his giant palm hadcovered her mouth, his other hand held her down.He pierced through her heart over and over.As she bled in painShe begged him to stop.To leave her aloneTo go away and never return..His ears were shut, her cries meant nothing, he had his way, there was nothing left to say. He took out a clump of notes from his wallet, wrote her cheque just in case it wasn’t enough.He told her to be good, keep her mouth shut..He walked away and left her there broken and angry.A monster was created, she was no longer the same person.She swore to hunt men like him down one after the other and burn them to ashes.


Published by tessie

I am everything that I choose to be but above all, I am a storyteller, a lover art in it's many forms. I am an artist as much as I am a work of art. I will always cherish this passion for it is who I am.

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