This is the story of a girl, who was told she was nothing. Told nobody would want her and no one would love her. She was only a toy, a possession to many sick bastards who killed her daily of a time span of twelve years. It never matter how much she tried, how much she faught, she was always the toy. She would never be worth anything, no one would ever love her. She was tainted, jaded, scarred.
As they said no one would believe her. She had given willingly of herself. She had not tried to stop the assualt. She had not tried to fight for her own body. She was their virgin whore. A lolita,jezebel, and a harlot.
She believed all the lies, she had let them all soak into her being. Day by ever passing day she gave up part of the life she was destined to live. Nothing seemed to numb the pain, no words spoken, no drugs taken.
She died there in that cage. Those iron bars, meant to keep her safe, were choaking what was left. For some reason they all watched her die, and washed her blood off their trecherous hands.