Kimba was playing double dutch with her little cousins but the laughter drowned out as her mother ordered her to come back inside for it was getting dark.
"But mother, the game isn't finished!"
"I don't care. It is unsafe for young children to be out at night, come inside."
"I hate you!" Kimba trudged her feet on the dirty mud and went to bed. She slammed the door but she forgot to lock it. Her body was turned opposite to the direction of the door. Her eyes were wide open in the darkness as she thought of the way her mother felt when she lashed out on her. Her feet slipped off the bed as she was feeling very restless and wanted to go apologize to her mother. Before she faced the door she heard it creek. She stood up to shut the door but before she could do so somebody grabbed her wrist and knocked her out with a pot.
When Kimba woke up she was half naked on a moving van. The man beside her had a long beard and blood shot eyes. Kimba started to get nervous and cry. For every tear the man started to beat her down, and mutilate her. When she had the chance she kicked him in the balls and jumped out the back door. Before she could look back a tank crashed into the car and set it to flames. The man was getting burned to an oblivion and she sprinted into the deep forest. She began to feel really tired so she knelt down on the floor and cried. She was only twelve years old but she already felt at the point of death. Life in her town was all fun and games and she didn't realize the terrors of the world. She shook as she lay on the grass trembling at the loss of her purity.
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