CON-ARTIST: REVENGE ON MEN

ting unless you want to spend the rest of your life behind bars or six feet

Arielle, Ariana, Mariana, Marianne, Patricia, or whatever that con artist's real name is. The point is, I'm a victim too, okay? She

s a she. The very sound of the innocent girl's voice disgusted the man whose reproductive parts aided in bringing her to life. And whenever the words of the

, a nuisance. There would have been some consideration, at least, if they came out as twins and one of them was a male while the other was a female. T

gusting baby girl". Those words caused her to quiver, and instantaneously, she began to pray for the unborn child to be a boy. Her mother, on the other hand, stood her ground and threatened to put him behind bars for child neglect if he dared. On one occasion, when he was asked to give a reason for his dislike of female children, he said, "I want a man. Someone responsible like I am. Someone who

To her, Natalie and her mother were the only two people that existed in a world of seven billion people, for she was an introvert, and the two were teaching her to communicate with others and make friends. The man whom she was taught to call

e room alone; anywhere close to her father or his gallery meant she was looking forward to a scolding. In her own small way

orced into submission in their own father's house until one night, when Natalie was sexually assaulted by two of his friends who lost their self-control after satisfying their eyes in his in-house gallery. She was seventeen, a woman already, with all that a man could not resist, but she had to pose that day for her father's art because she couldn't watch her little sister get punished for saying "no." Punishments came in different forms for them. For instance, one night, whil

and blood in between her thighs. She was trying to keep herself from crying to teach her sister to be strong, but her voice was wavering and

bottles of all kinds that they had for headaches, stomach aches, and whatever they went through. Their father neve

need those fucken pills right now." She rapped. Melissa could hear her words clearly since she wasn't speaking loud enough and h

alm down.

th a hasty voice. "When people do these things, there's this thing

we cannot find a preventive method in

kept Mom's stuff in? Mayb

now, Natalie. Would yo

my education and my whole life will

saying is that we can get you prevention pills tomorrow. Even if you tear the house down, you won't find any anywhere. Please calm down. I may not be feeling the same pain you are, but I share your pain. I am your sister, Nat

normal pace and slowing down. She released her hands and wrapped them around her really tigh

elissa kept wh