The one who was supposed to protect.

She was walking past the house where it all happened. A house that no one now lives in, almost eerie as though it was haunted. Grass bending from the length, you could almost feed every cow in the world with it. Glass still shattered from escape, graffiti all over the wooden front. 'Pig' 'Evil' 'Devil'

It was haunted, a different haunted, haunted with cringing memories and evil actions. Flash backs hit her like unexpected high beams from incoming traffic.

Ropes, whips, blood, sex, torture, vulnerability.

She could still remember the pain from the punches she got when she screamed "No!"

The scars from cigarettes he used to put out on her skin, like a permanent reminder.

"If your mother was still alive, this would've never happened, sweetheart...it's just a shame for you that you look so much like her."