Owned

Thu, 01/31/2013 - 18:53 -- sianim

Location

19151
United States
39° 58' 33.546" N, 75° 15' 13.464" W

Taken from my home, you see daddy couldn't afford to feed the three of us.
See in my village girls like me are shipped off and then married to the highest bidder.
But he was nice at first, and he promised that this could be a better life for me.
But when I couldn't give him what he wanted he grew mean.
Three stillborns, two miscarriages and I was blamed for not wanting it bad enough.
Nights grew longer as his abuse grew stronger and, I could barely hold on any longer.

Until that day, that day when everything changed.
He told me this was my punishment for not loving him the way I should, for not giving him all that I could.
That night, that night he dressed me up real nice and made me lay with two, three, even four of his friends.
He said that this would be my life for now on so I should just accept it.
That I owed him, he owned me.

Crying myself to sleep every night,
Because my dreams are better than reality,
my reality is blood stained and drenched in tears.
who knows how long it’ll be before they kill me.

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12LCAT

this is really powerful.

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