Part I - Captured
I don’t remember my name. I don’t remember the sound of my mother calling to me for super. I have forgotten how to speak, for I was slapped down when I did. I know the bed in which I sleep, layered with semen and dirt and tears. I know the smell of the fisherman’s breath as they abuse me. I know that I haven’t seen the light of day in three years.
And now, I finally have my chance to escape.
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Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012)
Mystery / ThrillerMy name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insa...
