She gently caressed her, stroked her daughter's hair, with all the affection she could mustre.

As the sobbing daughter's vagina bled, her eyes seeked nothing more than courage, warmth and justice.

With a heavy heart her mother exclaimed,

“Let it go, forget it, forgive him. He is the forebearer of the family name and he is your brother, you cannot drag him into the mud.”

Though the war of emotions in her speech was clear, the daughter garnered all the strength she had and rushed off.

The brother, shameless, stood smiling at a distance.

That was the last anyone would see of her.

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