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Cold early autumn night on a day off. The cold wind blew uneasily, tearing the leaves that were becoming dry from the branches of the trees.
Black and inhuman shadow, stepping with strength and power brutality towards a house. An orphanage. He looked for the children's bedroom. Looking for a specific one.
Fingers touching the window frame on the ground floor. The only bedroom on the ground floor for the children. The window that had finally found it for his own and inhuman satisfaction. Opening it wide. The cold air rushed into the child's bedroom, coldly invading the entire bedroom.
The inhuman creature put his foot in the bedroom, pressed one after the other, then all his body. Eyes on the bed in the corner of the room. A child who slept peacefully, peacefully, in a modest bed with light green bedding. The shadow of creatures falls on the child, the body moving towards him.
His eyes twinkled with lust when he saw how fragile the child face looked. His hand reached out to him. He was about to touch him..
He felt a sharp blow to his head. Falling to the floor, hitting his right arm. He looked up angrily to see what hit him.
A baseball bat. Held by a child.
"G-get away from my brother!" The monster-eyed boy for his classmates and orphanage said. He tried to sound as convincing as he could, to not sound afraid, but he was.. a lot.
His hands were shaking. His legs were shaking. His whole body was shaking. He was afraid to breathe. Afraid to move. But he had to protect his younger brother at any cost. Only the two of them remained, against the world.
The man got up from the floor, started to approach the boy with heavy and dangerous steps.
"S-s.. Stay away from me!! Go away!"
He screamed in fright, walking backwards until he hit the cold wall. His heart was pounding fast, chest aching, his breathing was short.
The human's hard hands had taken the baseball bat from the boy trembling hands and tossed it on the floor. Then the man grabbed him by the coat, clinging tightly to the wall, covering the boy's mouth when he saw that he was about to scream. Tears had come to the innocent and frightened eyes of the victim. He was crying out in a muffled scream, trying to free himself. Feeling the heavy breathing and the grin of the inhuman person in front of him.
The child's ears had begun to hear the door to the bedroom trying to be open from the outside. He wanted to scream as loud as he could, even if it meant not talking the next day. But his screams were suppressed with tears. Hearing muffled voices from behind the door. He managed to identify only a few sentences:
"Let me in!! I want my boys back!"
"Sir- "
" I didn't want them to get here! SHE wanted. I want my kids back! Now."
The boy had begun to cry more, feeling himself already touched in impermissible places. He tries to free himself, feeling compelled expose his fragile body. But his body had become numb, trembling terribly, freezing with fear and pain.
Taking off by force his lower body clothes. Forcing it in, the man leaned over the victim, moving in and out. The strong hand still stopped the sounds of pain and tears of the boy and the other one controlled his hands and feet, wanting to be satisfied until the locked bedroom door would open.
The boy tried not to think about what was happening to him at the moment. Even if a million things went through his head. Convinced he can't escape.
He tried not to think about what he was going to feel and was feeling right now.
He was just trying to forget about it.
He wanted to forget everything.
But there was no way...
He could never forget the rape he received at the age of 15.