DARLA Darkness. Screams.The sound of the whip hitting the chair continuously. I screamed, but I couldn’t hear myself. A male voice ordered me to shut up. The voice warned me, saying if I made another sound, I would be killed there and then. Fear caused me to stay silent until his whip encircled my neck and I screamed. I jerked up, screaming as I jumped from the bed, my eyelids parted open by force, and I woke up to the gentle light of morning filtering through my curtains. My mother was already seated by my bedside. She rushed to hold me tightly. I held onto her firmly, for fear that she would leave if I didn’t hold tight enough. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had been crying all night, and just when I had gotten a chance to sleep, the nightmares won’t let me. “I am so scared, mother. I keep seeing the whole thing over and over again in my dreams.” I cried, my head buried in her chest. My tears wet the purple silk of her night dress, but she didn’t seem to mind. The harder my sh
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