Dark evenings....

She woke up, stifling a yawn. She dreaded the unfolding of the day. It was Tuesday, the dreaded math tuition day. He would come to teach her this much hated subject.  With his leering smile and hungry looks he pounced on the subject and on her nubile thighs. For every wrong answer he pinched her plump thighs and grazed her private parts. When she resisted he threatened her that he would make her get beatings. Yes he knew that her parents spanked her.

Her mother never understood the subtle signs she gave, like how much she hated the subject, she didn’t like his teaching etc. It was always roundabout. She never had the courage to tell her mother the truth that her young daughter was being tainted and corrupted. The old man would tell her stories of his escapades in the dark world with a guileless smile and raspy voice.

He gave her the creeps. She could never concentrate hence she got almost all her answers wrong. This enabled him to furrow deep into her without her consent. She hated him. She was afraid of him. Yet mutely she bore all the suffering for her mother would never pay heed.  One evening her neighbour uncle popped in to give her chocolates. Oh how she welcomed this diversion. The old tutor hated the interruption of course. He grew more irritable and when she made a mistake he poked her innards. She almost yelped in pain. She was like a deer hypnotised by the headlights, knowing and not knowing the dangers that lurked.