It's Max, well— Maxine at birth. You might wonder why I go by a completely different name rather than the one I was born with. Mister made me a fake birth certificate and told me I had to go by a different name and that nobody can know who I really am. He probably changed my name so people wouldn't be looking up "Maxine Milford" on Google. But really, Max Milford doesn't exist anymore; her identity, her life was was taken away at twelve years old. I'm not who I used to be. Ever since I became Elizabeth Jones, I've been a facade of this average, quiet girl— but there's more to me way beyond what people see on the surface. People don't see the four years of hurt and suffering I've endured. You never know what shit people are dealing with by just looking at them. I know it's bad what Mister's doing to me, but there's nothing I can do about it. All I've known for almost half a decade is that I have to keep my mouth shut. There's something inside me that's preventing me from calling the police; telling someone what's going on. Fuck you, bitch.

"Max?" I look up from my hands.

"Max." She wasn't looking at me.

Ms. Chung was looking at Max Clark, who suddenly lifted his head off his desk and wiped the drool from his face. I forgot there was another Max, well— a Max in this class.

"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Ms. Chung looked at me with sad eyes and a concerned expression.

She knows something's up. She knows that I'm not okay... especially today.

It took me ten seconds to think of an answer and I let out, "Yeah, I'm just tired today."

I don't know what's holding me back; why does it take me so long to answer a simple question? The truth is I'm more than just tired, but I can't say that. Why would I? She doesn't know. No one knows; no one can ever know.

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-YESTERDAY-

"Come to my room."

"I said, come to my room. NOW!"

I rose from the piles of old blankets on the floor and proceeded to obey what Mister told me to do.

Oh, please. Not now—

He brought out the handcuffs. I knew what I had to do next.

"Take 'em off," he said slyly while looking me up and down.

First, it was my shirt that I pulled off. My pants slid down, revealing the bruises and scars that were being covered.

"God, such beautiful legs you have." It looked like he could almost drool.

My ratty old bra, my only bra, was tearing at the seams. I carefully unhooked it to avoid it from tearing any more. Last, my underwear. It was the only clothing, the only barrier, separating my vagina from his devilish meat that was quickly erecting; pointing at me to come closer. Goodbye, underwear. They landed on the floor beneath my cold feet. He pulled me over to the bed and handcuffed me to the bed frame. I lay there, scared but prepared. First, he put this suppository up my vagina. It was a gel that killed sperm so I wouldn't get pregnant. He started hitting me with the baseball bat underneath his bed.

"Ooh..." The pain exerted over and over again was familiar, but I still whine in agony.

"You're so sexy." He whispered into my ear. Mister took great pleasure in my pain.

He climbed up to my body and dug into my skin while covering me in quick, sloppy kisses. He groped my boobs and stroked my nipples as he kept repeating two words, over and over.

"Yes, baby... Yes, baby... Yes, baby! Yes....."

He sucked on my nipples and went up to my neck. I could feel the hickies being left on my fragile body. Then he went in. He violently thrust his penis all the way into my vagina. I heard the rhythm of his quick, slippery thrusts burned into my brain; it never goes away. He grabs my waist and brings it closer to his body, very close. The quick motions from his groin felt like a rollercoaster that I could never get off of. He was shaking me very hard and pushed me up against the bed rails, banging and nudging my head into the cool metal. He wanted more. He took out the bat again and hit me harder all over my body. He hit my pubic area and slid the bat between my legs. He finally stopped to lick the bat and smell my cum. That made him hit me more and more until I started to cum even more. He buried his head in my vagina and ate from it like a hungry, starving animal. He kept pushing his head over and over as he kept eating me out.

"Open wide, baby girl..."

How cruel of him. Yet, I expect this type of behavior from him. I sat up and grabbed his penis so I could suck it for him. I loathe this; I loathe him. If I don't do what he says, he will hurt me even more. He moaned a little bit and repeated more words over and over.

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... baby, I'm gonna..."

He sighed in relief while I choked on his disgusting sperm. He took off my handcuffs and pushed my body onto the floor. He put on some clothes and left the bedroom while I lay there, once again, in terror.

All alone, with nobody else, except him, ever knowing.