RadhikaThroughout my body, I am numb, my throat has been dried up, and my stomach is growling for food. The tears rolling down my eyes reached the floor beneath me. I wept them, sensing the tips of my fingers had grown insensible too. I had nothing on me other than the deadly marks of cuts, belts hit, and torn clothes were barely covering me. I was crying so badly that my breath stopped for a few moments, and all I wished for was for death to consume me.I was lying flat on the frigid floor of my bedroom, with no bed or room to speak of. It was a basement that had nothing, except for broken, dusty, spider-web junk furniture. Not to mention, darkness. When I was a child, darkness used to scare me to death, but now I am all used to it. I’ve been living here for the last six years, bruised, tortured, sexualized, and totally isolated from the world by Sikha, and her husband, Javed.They one day suddenly showed up at my home, calling themselves took advantage of my family’s poor financia
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