Kidnapping Kimberly

Kimberly shuddered when she heard the clap of thunder. Her wailing ceased and she slowly looked at the sunny sky above her head. It was clear, so where was the… rain? 

She immediately shot up from the field at the first drop of rain. Before she could take a step from her spot, a raging blast of water downed on her. She inhaled deeply as she stood rooted to her spot. She hates rain, it reminds her of that night her parents were killed. The agonizing memories, the excruciating pain that followed as she watched her mother getting brutally raped while she waved her hand for Kim to leave with her sisters before the beasts noticed them. 

Her father's tongue was pulled out and his hands and legs were cut as they forced him to watch how his middle-aged wife was ravaged by stinky bulky men.

Now, she was told that such a patient and great man wasn't her father. She needed a place to think but certainly not this place, and under this rain.