House of Hell

She stared at the rainwater pounding on glass window. It was dark out there, liked her future.

It was 9 pm. Yes, he was coming soon. He was a man who could not be denied. A man with a hard fist. She already felt his fingers slapping her cheek dan pulling her hair.

He was not the man she knew. He used to be a friendly father who stroked her hair while telling stories about Cinderella and Pinocchio. Sometimes Cinderella met Pinocchio then lived forever in King Arthur's castle. He used to escort her to school every morning and pick her up every afternoon.

But this man was not the man she knew. A month ago he took her to this house. He said he wanted to show her birthday present. She never wanted the gift. That night became a hell. He raped her many times.

It was 9 and he was about to arrive. She had prepared a present for him. A gift he would never forget. For a week she'd been sharpening some nails in the barn. The nails were long and rusty.

In five minutes, he would knock on the door.