Beginning at my head, my body suddenly becomes ice cold. I have no other option than to accept my fate. Not but yesterday, my life was happy; then it came. I was wearing my favorite sundress that has pastel flowers on it, hanging out with my friends and family; now, I am praying to live through whatever comes next. It is pitch black, and I do not know where I am or who is with me. The only thing I know is true, at this moment: I am sitting in a wooden chair with my arms and legs restrained from movement. Suddenly, it becomes blindingly light; I cannot see. The only reason I know it is light is because everything is blue, which must be the color of blindfold that is covering my sobbing, pleading eyes. It must be around four o’clock in the morning because last time I saw a clock it was midnight. I am still dressed in my silk nightgown. All I want right now is a blanket. Then, the blindfold is yanked from my face, and the first thing I see after my eyes adjust to light is a man. Every inch of skin is covered, and he looks about six feet tall. Much bigger than me, no use fighting; the thought flows through my mind, filling every last crevice as would water in a confined space. He is either very muscular or has a lot of layers of clothes on. The man raises his hand like he is going to hit me. I close my eyes and turn my head away.
The man gruffly says, “Oh, sweetheart, I’d never hit you.”
I open my eyes and slowly crane my neck around so I can see him. He pulls off the sunglasses and ski mask that covers his face. It is my father…