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The Mother Sold, The Father Raped
Nine Rapes a Day Inside Their Home
I read something that made me vomit.
Literally...
The bitter taste of bile still burns my throat while the words dance like demons in my mind. And today, with my stomach still churning and hands trembling over the keyboard, I decide to write because silence has already killed too many, and each second of hesitation might cost someone else their innocence.
There’s a special kind of evil that hides behind smiles at family dinners — the kind that serves mashed potatoes on Sunday and nightmares on Monday. In Belgium, in an ordinary house on an ordinary street, four walls held a secret that defies the very notion of humanity: a couple turned their own daughters into sex slaves. No, this isn’t a horror movie — this is fucking real life, happening in a country we consider civilized, developed, safe.
You know what turns my insides until my whole body shakes with rage? Their excuse: “we didn’t have money for prostitutes.” As if young bodies were discount merchandise in a perversion supermarket.
The mother — that word has never seemed so filthy — would drag the girls from their rooms, their supposed sanctuaries decorated with band posters and teddy bears, and deliver them to their stepfather like serving dinner.
