Bought by a mafia

hter of the devil, what are you still doing in that bed? Oh, you think this is your mother's house where there w

just slept late because I was waiting on Sandra."

old floor. As if that wasn't enough, she took out her slippers hitting me with them, the pain sips into my spine.

luck." Welcome to my world, my world of pain. Done with her piece of art on my body, she left me wee

wnstairs I peeped into my sister's room and there she was sleeping on her bed looking like a princess, tears sting my eyes but I blink them a

leep, she still didn't budge "mom breakfast is ready." She finally woke up, I went to the bathroom and run the bath for her. Done with her, I went to Sandra's room, "Sandra" I called lightly, she stretched her arms a

at and I have what is left that is if anything remains. My life was not always like this,

unching back, the receiver of all the insults. I pray my life gets better one day, I know there is still hope, there is alwa

t caught, mom's slipper won't be the only thing that will touch my body this morning. Like most of the time, I didn't get anythin

one with the dishes, I went to her room with a basket on my waist full of dirty clothes, I went to the back. "Where is that bucket?" I ask myself, I went to the general bathroom, took three buckets, fill them with water. I wash the dresses, I wonder if the hea

athroom, strip myself naked, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I look at myself, the scars which I thought will disappear didn't, a long slash line ran from my back to my wais

ss was great. Applying soap on the sponge, I scrub my body, not being gentle at all, scrubbing my breast ma

She glared at me "who told you to go take a bath? Your lucky am in a good mood. Now take this morning, buy everything that is on t