All day long his wife made me do her chores and at night. He would make me do the most disgusting things to him and than rape me the way he wanted at any time of the night, just woke me up and used me the way he wanted. The bastard continued this for the next 3 weeks at his will and I could never speak or scream because he had me so scared and cornered. He took absolute advantage of the darkness and started feeling me up properly, I was dying inside but I had no one to save me. I was 16! I did not know how to react to it sitting in his house. As he talked about how nice my father was, he started running his hands on my leg, feeling them up. One night, the electricity was out and the three of us were sitting in the lounge and that’s when it all started. I had a separate room and he and his wife would sleep in another one.
After I started living with my mamu and his wife, things were stable at first. The next few months were to be living hell for me. He was the only family I had left as my father had already disowned my paternal family. He had only gotten married a year back and his wife was expecting.
He lived in Multan and was working as a computer operator in a firm.
He was young, somewhere around 26-28 years. The worst time of my life started with my family dying and my maternal uncle coming onto the scene.
