She was only 6.
Sunday, 7am
She got up from her bed. It was a shade of pink. Letting her grasp go off me. You see I was her emotional support plush. I was bought as she suffered quite badly with bullying. She placed me up straight. Then her father walked in.
"You're finally up? What time do you call this you brat.'
She started crying.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She yelled.
"What's my name and I might let you go off with a reward." He smirked. He was disgusting.
She was only 6.
"Master." She replied, she thought this was okay.
"Good girl now take your clothes off." He said while unzipping his pants and slowly locking the door. I couldn't bear the pain of watching him do this to her.
"Now don't tell anyone I did this to you or daddy will be gone." He said.
"Yes daddy." She weeped.
Sunday, 9 am.
There she laid on her bed crying. It hurt her. She was only 6. No one knew other then her, the scum bag and I. Plushes aren't meant to talk. But I can't keep my silence. She put some new clothes on and walked down with me to eat breakfast. The scum bag looked at her up and down smirking. Then her mum walked in and passed out the plates. Bacon and eggs. Her favourite. She swallowed it all and then ran up to her bedroom and got her crayons and paper out she drew me. She then left me in the room.
Sunday, 3pm.
Her dad installed cameras then, he took me apart and took some of my flesh out of my small body, inserting a small camera inside of me. Maybe I can try get someone to see that she was getting sexually abused. Maybe someone would notice. I hope.
She was only 6.
