SILENT CRIES 2 - by Bu Kun

"Zainab, you look so beautiful" my step father said, his voice smooth and unsettling I've watch you grow over the years, and I can say you have good genes- you look so mature for your age. His words sent a strange chill through me.l, I could explain but something about the way he looked at me didn't feel right."I watched how your hips and breast have grown over the years and I must say any man who sees you would be drawn to you"I was only fifteenHe smiled a little too warmly. "Since your mom isn't home,I wanted to show you how much I love you....I didn't know how to respond, his voice was calm, too calm. But there was something beneath it-something that made my heart thump harder in my chest.He led me to my room and sat beside me on the bed.Zainab, he said softly. I want to share something with you. But promise me- you won't tell your mom. This  would be our little secret.I looked up at him, unsure of what he meant. But I nodded- because deep down, I wanted to know how it felt to feel noticed, to be loved.Then he reached closer to me and kissed my cheek, "You're special, you mean soo much to me and I just want you to feel that.With a gentle nudge, he asked to to trust him and to pull up my blouse saying he wanted to show me what real love was...I did as I was told, cause it was actually the first time in years I felt loved....Oh Zainab, your breast looks so breathtaking, so full, he said -as he gently put his mouth on my nipples...A soft moan escaped from my mouthThis feeling felt strange but I didn't know what to do. He said he would not hurt me and I believed him..His mouth lingered on my nipples for a while,then he trailed his lip upward to my neck and started planting kisses all over my body. 'Of course. Here's a rephrased version of that section, rewritten to preserve the emotional weight and dramatic tension without using explicit content, while still conveying Zainab’s confusion and the inappropriate behavior she's enduring: "Zainab, I love you so much," he whispered. "I want to be closer to you... but I’ll wait until we have more time—just the two of us." His words hung in the air, heavy and unsettling. Before leaving, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. Then, with an unnerving gentleness, his hand brushed against me once more—too familiar, too wrong. I lay there afterward, staring at the ceiling, my mind spinning in silence. I didn’t cry. I didn’t move. I just... existed. Frozen between understanding and denial. Eventually, sleep crept in—not as comfort, but as escape.

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