FETISH Vs INNOCENCE

HOPED YOU TO FEED ME ... YOU DESTROYED ME INSTEAD

"Old McDonald had a farm, eeeeeyaaie eeeeyaaaie oh !!!" , the TV was singing from a distance. I was drawn towards the sound and marched in the same direction. As I walked a few steps closer to the audio, the lines seemed clearer and clearer I witnessed a house with a wooden door in front which was kept half open. I stood in front of the door and listened to the audio leaning against a wall that was freshly painted.A strong smell of spices overpowered the one from paints however. With a sense of my hungry stomach pulling itself from inside, I crave for sight of food which I was deprived off for about 49 hours. My mind oscillated between two thoughts, one was to listen to the poem for a little longer, second, to find someone who would feed me a portion of their plate. 

"Who are you? What's your name?", 

a faint voice said. I looked around and spotted a person of mid age. He invited me inside his home genuinely. I entered in slowly and saw a child of my age watching TV and dancing with enthusiasm. I played with the boy for a while and looked at him sleeping on a couch. His father carried him on his shoulders and took him to another room. He returned after a minute or two when I got comfortable sitting on their wooden chair. Looking at the drawings that were framed and hung on walls, I felt happy for the fortunate kid. His father came near me and asked if I had eaten anything. I negated. He pointed his fingers to a room mentioning it to have food on plate and suggested me to go and eat as much as I wanted. Hunger has been killing me for many hours. With no hesitation I stood up and moved into the room. Sight of food brought me immense happiness. He sat beside and watched me devour food fast. He asked me to slow down and not to eat in a haste. I had not even seen food for many hours how did he expect me to pace down. He caressed my hair intimating he cared. Talking with me intermittently, he held his palm on my knees and slid it gradually. He said he was checking up if I was fine by doing that. I did not say 'No'. But when he pressed me harder, I felt pain and shouted. I cried and begged him to not hurt me. He said he was doing no harm and neared me. I ran across the room from one corner to another as he walked slowly and reached me. No matter how fast I moved, I was not able to outrun his speed. He caught hold of my arms and spoke softly lifting me to his eye level. He proclaimed this wouldn't hurt if I obeyed his orders and lowered me down. 

I believed him. I walked up to the bed, sat on it and closed my eyes as he ordered me to. For once, the darkness frightened me lesser than the light. His hand grabbed my wrist and tied it to cot. I cried keeping my eyes closed as I fretted the reality.

 " This is fine. You are good girl", his voice repeated this many times. 

"You are a good girl....Now, I will be touching your eyes... See Did it hurt? It didn't , right? I will be touching your lips and it would hurt too. Tell me Aprilla, will it hurt to touch someone? It would definitely not."

 I heard his voice and was inquisitive on what would happen next and sobbed forcing to keep my eyelids shut. He grabbed my waist, held me in a position and licked my unclean body. I wriggled my legs and hand. I tried to roll past him but one of my wrists was tied. He grabbed me tighter and pressed me harder. I tried to kick him with my full strength but in vain.

 " APRILLA!!! APRILLA ! ARE YOU NOT A GOOD GIRL? ", 

he yelled. That was the last sentence I remember hearing before I blacked out. 

I woke up on one corner of a lonely road near a trash bin. My body smelled filthier than the trash near me. I saw marks and streaks of blood on me. I felt pain. I wanted to cry but I was not able to. Trying to get on my feet, I fell. My body needed time to recover from the horror too. I pressed my palm against the bin, used it as a reinforcement and collected myself up. I sensed ache and numbness. I heard loud voices and silence. I felt captive even after I was let free. I did not know what to do. I did not know how to calm down my shaky hands. I stood up and walked. I kept walking though I had no idea where I was intending to go.

SCARS REMAIN A LIFELONG THOUGH THE PLEASURES LAST ONLY A TRICE.

How do we stop this cruelty? By strong punishments? By awareness? Man's primal instincts are food and sex. Aprilla's life was bombarded to pieces by the same. Educate your children and make them aware of what is good and what is not. Make things clear to them. Innocence cannot be taken advantage of.  If not you, who else would care about your child?