Once in the land of Aurora there was a little who was been forced to do disgusted things. At the age of 5 her father abandoned them while her mother suffering from illness so she decided to leave her daughter to the orphanage. And when she 8 she was adopted by the Amstel family. 

And her nightmare starts when her adoptive mother died and she was left all along together with her step brothers…

Thud. The rumbling sound of the thunder and a heavy rain that looks like were having a storm today. she doesn’t mind the weather yet thankful as she was gathering some evidences.


Yes, she was traumatized,  .. .  she – silently cried as how she remember her days in this mental institution because of that incident. They are reason why she is behind that cold cell
but, 
yet nobody even know that she is formulating a plan of her revenge. she want nothing but a justice - 

“Ms. Amstel you have a visitor, - - come in”
 I’m wondering who might be my visitor today as my stare drops on the door where the nurse leaves 
then suddenly-
“hey, you ready?” “ wha—whoaaah you startled me” I response while coughing. 
“did I?! get your ass up and be READY” he winks at me.
“Oh! It’s show time” I stood up and smirk at him


Wait for me. Enjoy your time left.

Killing Innocence (mind)

I meet someone who works at the publishing house, I made the deal with him. I explain the situation and the plans of unveiling the secret of Amstel family. 


 When the right moment will come I will sue them I want them behind the cold bars. I want justice for my innocence, I want freedom. I want nothing but my life setting free. 


But why it has to be like this? Why it is so very unfair? Yet this is the sad reality of life. 


' He rip my shirt and mold my mound harshly his other free hand push me hard into his slender body and he moan behind my earlobe, while sucking and biting it. He groans in pleasure while I hiss in disgust but I have nothing else to do but silently pray. I can’t cry for whenever he heard me crying he punish me more, harder and rough till I couldn’t take it. 


Every time I remember all the things he have done for me, I cant accept the fact that I am molested that my very own stepbrother was so cruel and I hate world. 


But I need to be strong. I must - - and my mission is for their greatest downfall 


'His hand slowly reach my butt I wiggle but he held it firmly his too strong and I am physically weak. I can’t do nothing but cry in agony and praying for help yet no one is there to me help. I cry silently while he doing his thing. ' 


" WELCOME HOOOMMMEEEE" someone shout so loud that echoed in the four corners of this house. I felt relieve a lil’ bit, but " you think you can escape just wait me here, I have unfinished business downstairs" He laughed evilly. 


I encoded everything, every single detail that will prove their crime, that will destroy their name. 


 I am doing it purposely but I couldn’t help it to be afraid of something might happen I have a bad feeling. NO I shouldn’t be caught or all of this will be wasted. 


Silently I am making a way and gathering more evidences for this curse family I got into I guess I must prepare for a Plan B in case of something. 


In a deep reverie. I was down into the past. Writing was never been my passion but because of this incident. I had to think a possible way out and this only one crosses my mind. For, if I’m going to freak out and tell it to the policemen no one would ever believe me, they will say I’m crazy, beside I don’t have enough evidences that proves their wrong doing. But yet I am slowly collecting debts and they will be paying big time. I am preparing myself for the possible outcomes. And when that day comes. They will kneel in front of me with a satisfaction plasters on my face. 


I couldn’t think less but a vengeance. If it is the right term for it. Name it. I want freedom. Still fighting for it. I don’t want to die dirty in their bare hands. 


 Romantic Feelings commence in the region in the lower part of the brain that is known hypothalamus and that hypolamus is compose of dense cluste— 


"Whaaa--" " hmm miss I’m so-sorry I didn’t meaa- 


it just that I slip accidentally I didn’t saw the--" 


"waiiittt he run after me." I didn’t have a chance to see his face but the moment he grips my elbow and force me to face him. is just that it feels like the world stop for a second and I feel those electrifying intensity between his stare that send shiver down to my spine. 


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