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 ........ Continued "He is nowhere to be found" replied Daniel's mother. My mother fell helplessly to the ground again. She rained curses on him, his family and generation but none of that made us feel better. I and my mother cried throughout that day and no one succeeded in calming us down and we still cry in our hearts up till this day because our wounds never healed. Eventually, I hard to undergo a vaginal surgery to repair the damaged organ but it didn't repair my spirit.  My rapist was later traced by the police but was shot dead while trying to escape arrest. Still, none of that made me feel better It's been 26 years now but I still can't bring myself to even lie on the same bed with the opposite sex not to talk of having sex with them. That's why I'm still single. I've a master's degree in Economics and a well paid job but I'm still miserable. I do contemplate suicide sometimes but the endless sorrow it will cause my aging moth...

....... continued One day He caught me and Daniel stealing out of the the orange juice that was reserved for Daniel's father. He scolded the both of us and then called me aside and threatened to tell my mother as soon as she got back home. I knew what this meant; my mum had zero tolerance for stealing so she was going to beat the living hell out of me and ban me from going to Daniel's flat.I began pleading with him immediately and after much pleading, he asked me to come the next day for my punishment; little did I know what was about to befall me.  I came the next day by 10am just as he had asked me to. My mum had gone to work while Daniel and his mum had gone for a burial so it was just the both of us left in the compound.  On my arrival, he led me into his room. He then told me that he had issues with his d*ck and a doctor had advised him to get a little girl to massage his dick with her mouth and pussy. I was confused; I hadn't received any sex education, all my mo...