A hot flash of pain appeared on my back as I screamed. I had been whipped for now 25 hours and my back looked like I had been stabbed thousands of times. Sister Catherine stared at me in horror as blood spilled out of my mouth. The whipper was a man in all black and looked like I had ruined his life. He didn't show his face but his black lips whispered, " You will pay for what you done to me, I will seek my revenge". 

Everyday I was beaten to death and Sister Catherine would always plead and say how unGodly it was. I would then be dragged back to my cell and it would start all over again the next morning. I never knew when or how I was born, but it didn't really matter. I had never knew my parents but, the priests and sisters called me Har-ek-ekuru, body of the sinner. I never knew my life could change until my rebirth. I thought I would be beaten to death forever! But instead, I was beaten to immortality. I never knew how hard my life would be until I stepped into the shadows