“After what felt like forever, he leaned in—his disgusting breath in my ear. He lifted me by the waist, choking me with the rope, and then…”
Her voice drops into something cold and detached, no longer sounding like Violet at all.
“He r***d me while I choked on the rope. I thought the belt was the worst pain I’d ever feel—but being torn apart by him was worse. It felt like he was splitting me in half.”
“I passed out. When I woke up, I was on the cold, cement floor of my cell. I had a fever. My wounds were never treated. When I healed enough, they put another child in the room next to mine.” She lifts her head from my shoulder. Her eyes… I’ll never forget that expression until the day I die.
“She was a little girl—about three. The youngest there. Sir didn’t wait for her to mature. I thin
