Satan and the little screw up

Her pain was immense,
her body refused to move.
Freedom was apparent and close but her pain filled body refused to move.
Freedom was so close  and yet so far away.
The six year olds innocents was gone anyway.
She laid in his bed legs spread wide,
surrounded by tear stain pillows and once again she started to cry.
She hated this man,
Hated his guts.
But she didn't know why God hated her so much.

"Why" she said "why?" she pleaded,
beginning to know why he thought she she needed more baggage to tow.
"What did I do? where did I go wrong?
But God did didn't answer her sad little song.

He cam back again, to continue his torture.
Raping and beating till her screams faded away.
Thrust and thrust into such a small space, riping her to pieces just made his day.

"you asked for this you son of a bitch,
if you had listened to me there'd be none of this.
but no, instead you go fucking things up can't you ever listen to me you little screw up.

and again she prayed and pleaded with God why must i endure this torturous monster.
Why must my body be flooded with pain and why can't your angels deliver me from vain?
And again her prayers were left unanswered.

He stopped his thrusting and looked in her eyes an grinned a grin worse than Satan could devise.
He took a deep breath and thrusted once more,
he came into that small child,
and her cries were heard once more.

He rolled off of her and drifted to sleep not knowing her plans to get release from this grief.
She fell out of bed and onto the floor,
crawled several feet and then a bit more.
She opened the drawer in the bathroom sink and took out some scissors that would be her relief.
She crawled back to the room where she finally stood and woke up the monster so that he could see,
He'd no longer have control over she but before the girl could end her life.

A thunderous knock  woke her up.