The woman passed out in the alleyway until morning. Her body condition was horrible as she had so many bruises and light cuts across her body, and she was also naked with all of her clothing torn to pieces. The rapist left her unconscious in the alleyway and did not even bother to get rid of the evidence. He has some type of Faith power to be able to erase his fingerprints on her body.

  A 41-year-old woman walks through the alleyway in the morning to throw some trash and discovers the woman in a horrible condition. She immediately called both the cops and the ambulances. The woman was immediately brought to a hospital afterwards.

  Several weeks went by, and the woman was still unconscious. The rapist was still at large, not found by the cops. Her husband has been away on business trips, and he usually ignores every message not related to his work. When her husband finally came home and received the info about her wife, he was enraged to no end and paid a large sum of money to the authorities to conduct a city-wide search for the rapist.

  A few days later, the rapist was finally found, but the husband instructed the authorities to hand the rapist over to him instead of throwing him in jail. The police refused, but he bribed them all. In the end, the rapist was brought to his house.

  The rapist was kept inside a basement that was quickly built just for him alone. Every day, without a single fail, the husband tortured the rapist without touching any of his vital organs to keep him alive and suffered as much as possible.

  He pries open his nails slowly and slightly each day. He cuts his dick slowly and slightly on the same spot each day. He cuts his hand and legs slowly and slightly at the same spot each day. He stabs his tongue slowly and slightly at the same spot each day. He hits him with a hammer with a full-power swing on his torso once each day. He pierces his left eyeball with a needle slightly at the same spot each day, keeping the needle stuck in his eyeball. He shot his toes one by one from the very edges, chipping them away slightly each day. He lets him watch porn all day, every day, to let him suffer because of the open wound on his penis. He uses a chainsaw on his back to slightly chip it away each day. He keeps torturing him every single day, and every time he screams from the agonizing pain, the husband smiles, feeling satisfied.

  The husband also visited the wife every day. She loses memory of the incident from the massive trauma. She keeps asking about what happened to her, and no one has the heart to explain to her. This frustrates her to no end, to the point that she threatened the doctor who took care of her to find the answer. Once the doctor finally opened their mouth, the wife fell into extreme depression. Her mental state greatly collapses, and so does her physical condition. She no longer talks to her husband. She felt extremely ashamed of him for what happened. The husband said that it’s not her fault, yet she still feels somewhat responsible for getting herself drunk in the first place.

  The husband keeps trying to talk the wife out of it and says over and over again that this does not mean that he loves her less or that he hates her. But she never listens, and her depression spirals even further, which makes her physical condition drop even further.

  However, since she was in a coma the whole time, she finally found out that she was actually pregnant from that incident. When the husband caught wind of this, he was frustrated to no end. He now tortures the rapist in his basement twice as cruelly and ruthlessly as he possibly can. He no longer holds anything back and now wishes the rapist would die a very slow and painful death.

  And so, after nine months of nightmarish pregnancy, where the wife’s body constantly drops in health, I was born. When I was out of the womb, neither my father nor my mother held me; the doctors and nurses did. I was immediately sent away from my mother’s presence to be taken care of by the hospital.

  Once I was two years old, I was finally sent home to my. . . family. When I arrived, the maids and butlers welcomed me, but neither my mother nor my father was anywhere in sight. I was taken care of by our maids and butlers throughout my entire childhood, until I was five. I had an older brother who played with me once in a while, and that made me extremely happy. But he cannot accompany me every day because he is busy with school. My older brother is a genius who’s already attending middle school courses at the age of eight.

  When I was seven, I finally attended school. I was sent to elementary school and skipped preschool as I was already taught by my maid and butlers at home. I was going to a local school in town. It was a school for the rich. I couldn’t make any friends at all. I have no experience in socializing with other kids, so they just all left me alone. Everyone already has their own little squads, and I am the only one who doesn’t. Every time there’s a group project, I am always alone without any friends. Though my butlers and maids did help me at home with the assignments.

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  For as long as I’ve lived, my mother and father have never talked to me even once. My father kept an eye on me through words from my maids and butlers, while my mother just spent every day inside her own room. She’s still in rehab for her mental condition. Both father and mother had also stopped talking to each other. Every time they face one another, they are reminded of me. And when they are reminded of me, they are reminded of that horrible incident, and it hurts them both, so they try to stay away from each other to protect their own heart from the pain. My parents have drifted apart from each other without me ever being in the family.

  A year into school, I was in second grade, and words finally spread about my conception. People in my grade started bullying me. They all started to look at me with disgust. When they accidentally bump into me, they always scrape their body as if they have just touched filth. My seats are filled with drawings and scribblings to mock and insult me. I was also given the nickname ‘Loveless’ because my father and mother never showed me love.

  It hurts me a lot, but at the same time, this is reality. They never did show me any love. A child’s number one longing is the love of a parent who birthed them. But I never got any of that. I just suffered silently at school.

  I was bullied horribly, and I still remember every single one of them. People threw rotten eggs at me during recess, so I had to wash myself and came back with a wet body to class late for lectures. I was sent home because of my wet condition.

  Several kids ganged up on me and gathered around me. They started insulting me verbally. One of them even mocked my mother, calling her a prostitute. I have no idea why, but I was enraged at the time. Hearing someone insult my mother, even though she never showed me love, infuriates me somehow. I started punching the girl who threw the insult with rage and beat her to a pulp. The others were terrified and called the teacher on me. I was suspended from school because of the incident for an entire week. I had to spend an entire week at home.

  But instead of being happy for being away from all of those bullies, another nightmare was waiting for me at home. My father finally came to me in my own bedroom, holding a wooden cane in his hand. He was furious about what happened at school and said that I tarnished the family’s good name and reputation. He started hitting my hands, legs, and back with the wooden cane. I pleaded with him that I was being bullied first and that someone had insulted my mother. But instead of listening to me, he was enraged by the fact that I addressed him as my father and started wishing that I hadn’t been born instead. He hit me with all of his might, and I got red bruises all over my hands and legs.

  My maids and butlers were waiting in their rooms. They wanted to help me, but if they opposed my father, they would get fired. I understand and did not hate them for it. Afterwards, my father left in anger, and my butlers and maids rushed to my room to attend to my wounds.

  Two years later, I was ten years old in fourth grade, and this is where the worst part of my childhood happened. I was still getting bullied to the point that I’m getting used to it. I also started fighting back every time someone bullied me, but this time, no one dared to call a teacher. This is because my butlers and maids have equipped me with a mini bodycam, and none of them know where it is located. I myself had no idea where my butlers and maids could get a hold of something like this, but that is not important. With this, I can now fight back all the bullies to my heart’s content, and if the school and teachers ever try to be unfair again against me, I can just simply send the footage to the police, and this school’s reputation will be ruined.

  One day, my entire class planned to assault me in one big group. They all immediately grabbed me as soon as recess started, even before the teacher left the class. The teacher saw what happened and decided to pay no further attention to it. I was brought in front of the class, and they all locked the door down after the teacher left, preventing me from escaping.

  A few of them brought water in a bucket and splashed my entire body with it. This is all so that they could disable my microscopic body cam. They don’t know it’s waterproof, but at the same time, the strength of the water splash actually sent my bodycam flying away from me. And so they started hitting me in a big group with their fists and kicks. I tried to block as many as possible, but there were too many of them that I still got hit a lot, even though I was blocking. It hurts a lot, and I feel like I’m bleeding on the inside. I got bruises again all over my body.

  . . . .

  At this point, I started to think to myself, ‘Why was I even born in the first place?’.

  Was I born just so that I could suffer?

  Every day is pain and suffering, and they never stop.

  My mother and father paid me little to no attention at all.

  My classmates somehow hate me, even though all I did was fight back. They were the ones who picked on me first, but the moment I fought back, they hated me harder than before.

  I don’t understand any of this.

  My butlers and maids were like a shining star in my life, but even then, they could only do so much with limited authority. They can’t actually solve my problem all the time.

  I have to solve this myself.

  I hate my classmates.

  I hate my teachers.

  I hate my school.

  I hate everything.

  I hate my birth.

  I hate my life.

  *!!!*

  Suddenly, all of the kids were pushed back forcefully. I was suddenly swallowed by a bright white light that formed into a sphere. There is a light that shoots out from the top of the sphere, and it pierces through the ceiling towards the sky above. The white light slowly turns black, and the sphere starts to crack.

  Once the entire sphere of light crumbled, I came out with a pair of brand new eyes. This was how I first awakened my Faith power called FEAR.