THE VIDEO (a short story fiction) by @black_pen_magic
I picked up my bag, wiped my tears with the back of my palm and turned to leave. But I could hear him laughing. Really?!! He was laughing. I looked over my shoulders to the Ironing board, the only thing I thought of at that point was to pick up the Iron and hit him so hard on the head. But he had already threatened to release the video he made of me naked on the internet if I tried to report him or if anything happened to him.
"Why are you still standing there? Do you want more?"
His husky, loud voice brought me back to my senses. I turned back to look at him and unfortunately for my Sanity, he was still laughing. But how could I have known, he's Uncle Mike, the most friendly Uncle one could ever have. He would take me to the mall voluntarily, tell me how beautiful I am without makeup, he always advices me not to hang around boys. He was so protective of me, he even called me "My wife" Of course any Fourteen year old girl would feel safe around Uncle Mike.
He lit his cigarette, stood up while maintaining eye contact with me and started leaving to the bathroom. He stood at the bathroom door, looked back at me and said,
"I hope this won't stop you from coming to my room to help you with your assignments abi?"
I just stood there watching him laugh, he was having the time of his life. My weak hands turned into a firm fist. I dashed out of the room to report to my mom but on getting to her door, I remembered, "THE VIDEO". He said all my friends would see me naked, nobody would talk to me again in school, Mummy won't believe me.
I locked myself up in the bathroom, bathing with the convinction that I could scrub off the stench but no. Each strike strike of the sponge awakened every detail of my defilement. It filled my head like a market place. I could hear my screams, I could feel my mouth being tied. He marred my life, my body, my sanity. From the button of my heart, I want to make him pay. But what do I do about "The Video?"
By: @black_pen_magic

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