I can?t stop to shriek, my whole body twitches and trembles, as I suffer the fiery torment. The flesh on my legs char, turning black and breaking open...... the pain is more horrible than everything I had ever endure before or could imagine ? I can't stand it anymore, please let it end. God, Satan, Anyone ... but there is no answer to my prayer ? I am not allowed to die yet. I suffer a slow and agonizing death.The pain drives me mad, but still my senses are fully aware of what is happening to me.. Don’t tell my father. You know when I get married it’ll probably to someone old and decrepit. I should start getting used to it now,” said Sharifa as she stood up and hugged her grandmother pleadingly.“I think your father will have your best interests at heart. The point is you are a royal Princess and you must be careful and not get pregnant. At least not by an unsuitable man,” said Zubeydeh.“Oh, that’s no problem,” responded Sharifa, and she showed her grandmother her pills.Once again. "Nothing, why?" I said looking down at her. "Well, you seem distant today, and yesterday I saw you going to the gym. I have never seen you go to the gym," Kristen said shaking her head. "I am thinking of trying out for the football team, maybe I get in, maybe I won't," I shrugged. "Football?" Kristen said skewing her eyes as she looked at me. "You hate football, you used to call the football team at our high school knuckle dragging footmen," she said shaking her ginger hair. I remember that. Caitlin shook her head. ‘Do you want to talk?’ Caitlin nodded. ‘I told you about what my step father did to me right?’ Caitlin murmured. Jessica nodded, a feeling of unease flowing through her. ‘My mother wrote me a letter. My brother wants to meet me,’ Caitlin said, nibbling on the bagel she had snatched from the pantry. Jessica sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. ‘Did your mother know what your step father had done?’ Jessica wanted to know. ‘No, she assumed I had been sleeping with one.