I curled up into a ball, trying to process what happened. Why?

I winced as the memories endlessly repeated in my head. Hitting, hitting my heart and pounding my chest. Falling tears and ripping tears. Hands like chains so I couldn't move. Muffled screams rang through my ears. My whole body still ached.

You can't tell anyone. No one will believe you. This is your fault. It's all your fault.

I was humiliated. I had no idea what had even happened or what I had done. I must have done something. Maybe that's why?

I wanted to hit my head against a brick wall and knock the memory out of my head. Get! Out! Leave! Pounding into my skull.

I finally found the strength to lift myself up and trudge out of the West wing of the palace. The elven girls came into view. I hunched my shoulders and wrapped my arms around myself. Even with clothes, I felt exposed.

They didn't see it comming. Gasping as a child's scream rang through the throne room as her body smacked into the ground. Curling up as she clenched her stomach, gasping for breath. Left to sob in the middle of the room as the tyrant strutted towards the throne proudly.

No. No. He didnt. He couldn't have. Not to this sweet little girl. The swift kick in the stomach told them he did. An assertion of dominance after the fact.

They silently cried in pain as the girl crawled to a far away wall and hid herself from the world. Having known it for so many years. They wanted to take the pain away from the poor little girl who's innocence had been lost too soon.