His wrist marks

Sara POV

"My princess, what are you doing alone in this house? You should play with me at home." He nudged the door open to allow himself to walk in.

"Uncle, please leave; I'm alone in the house." He pushed inside, ignoring my attempts to shut the door.

"Sara, my beautiful doll, you look so hot in this dress," he said, flicking his fingers along my thigh and grasping me firmly around the waist.

"Uncle, please don't touch me," I pleaded, feeling disgusted by his rough grip.

Following that evening, he never failed to take advantage of the opportunity to massage my intimate region or caress my breast. He took advantage of my fear and silence. He entered my home and led me out to the terrace so he could touch my private parts.

Since it was the rainy season, I could readily associate my horrible recollections with the rain, and every time it rained, my painful past would pull me back to my early years.

It is raining too heavily today. I hid myself in the tree house's corner after clo