After I was done with my Ss2, there was no money to further my schooling. In my family, we lived from hand to mouth. We received insults as if it was food. Three days later, I called to my parents room where I was told that I will traveling to Toronto (a city in Canada) to live with my aunt.
"She'll come and pick you in two days time", my dad said.
I couldn't believe my ears as tears filled my eyes. When I traveled to Toronto, it was indeed a different life. One thing I did not understand was the way my aunt's husband looks at me, he looks at me lustfully especially when my aunt is not arround. One morning while my aunt was away, her husband sneaked into the kitchen where I was washing the dishes. He started pressing my boobs sooooo hard and squeezimg my ass. I screamed and pushed him hard to stop but to no avail.
He carried me out of anger to my room on my bed where he tore my clothes, bite my breasts, suck my clitoris as if his life depended on it. I fought him but he couldn't stop, he brought out his dick and forcefully inserted it in my vagina. I pleaded with him as tears filled my eyes but he couldn't stop.
"You are really sweet on bed, I will like to have a taste of you another time" he said as he fingered me.
. My bedsheets was sucked with blood. When my aunt came back from work I did not hesitate to tell her but before I could finish talking she landed a heavy slap on my face.
"Never in your life try to lie against my husband again do you hear me Nonsense"
I cried throughout the night. This is not the kind of life I planned. My aunt that promised my parents that she will take good care of me and train me to any level I want has finally turned me to a housemaid and her husband now sees me as a sex tool to quench his libido.
"You have a nice curve" he said to me from behind when I was cleaning the sitting room. I couldn't believe I will be raped even while I'm on my period. I faces alot of ill treatment from my aunt and her husband, sometimes I would go to bed on an empty stomach.
Two months later, I was chased out from my aunt's house by the both of them and never to come back because I hit her husband for trying to fondle my breasts my aunt did not believe my own side of the story rather she sent me packing.
I wandered in the streets for three days without shelter nor food and water, I almost died. While I was wandering I saw a writeup and I know it was for me which says;
"THE FACT YOU DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO TRAIN YOU DOESN'T MEAN YOU CANNOT BECOME WHAT YOU WANT TO BE IN LIFE".
I lived with that writeup; whenever I want to give up or probably end my life, the writeup will flash through my memory and boost me up.
I was thinking of my next line of action when suddenly I remembered I have an aunt who live in Vancouver (a city in Canada as well). I had her contact off hand, I borrowed someone's phone which I used in dialing her contact. She said I should wait around she's coming to pick me, I was relieved and happy.
When I traveled to my aunt's house in Vancouver, it was like jumping from fry pan to fire. I was molested and used as sex tool by her husband. My aunt was aware of it infact I overheard her discussing with her husband that he is free to have sex with me whenever he feels like. I wished the earth could open and swallow me up.
My aunt turned me into a prostitute over night. I was forced into wearing mini skirts and gown that exposed my thighs and boobs.
To be continued...
I'm Favy the best I can give.