The girl was hunched over like a rag doll, her face covered by her trembling hands, her body shaking convulsively, her eyes swollen from sobbing and her humiliation apparent. She had just been sexually abused by her relentless father, he had abused his power over his young helpless child--a child that depended on and looked up to him with large, trusting eyes. Eyes that had seen happiness and compassion but were now exploited to a world of loneliness and hate. The girl showed no sign of life except for the frightening spasms of her body. The room was silent and empty except for the frequent muffled cries of the forsaken girl sitting in the dark corner, hugging her knees tightly. She felt alone, desperate, sick and defiled. Something had been broken deep inside her and she didn’t know how to reach or mend it and for the next few moments she tried to push the horrible memory into the dark recesses of her heart. This was the only thing that gave her relief— numbness.