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his home for the entire village to see. His dead eyes fell upon Liberty as a blood river flowed beneath him. The intensity of emotion that she felt overwhelmed her. Her chest was so heavy with sorrow that it caved in. No child should have to bear witness to such atrocity. In that moment she was scarred forever. Liberty had never been so full of fear in all of her life, and she couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips.
    Her mother quickly put her hand over Liberty’s mouth,but it was too late. Liberty’s cry was like a speck of blood in a pool full of sharks. Her cry had been heard. The rebels ransacked the hut, destroying everything. It wasn’t long before they flipped over the bed, discovering their hiding spot.
    “No!” her mother roared as she instinctively jumped up to protect Liberty and Dalia.
    “What do we have here?” one of the rebels taunted, speaking slowly as he circled her like a predator stalking his prey.
    “Please. Don’t hurt us,” her mother spoke, her voice so fragile that it broke with every word.
    The man smiled in amusement as he stepped behind her and gripped her neck, applying pressure as he bent her over.
    “No!” her mother screamed as she tried to fight. “No, please!”
    The rebel ripped the thin fabric of her skirt and forced her against the wall as he roughly spread her legs. The retched scent of his breath filled her nostrils as she screamed in protest. His hands were not her husband’s hands, and they violated her in the worst way. The sweat that dripped from his brow felt like acid on her back as he entered her, defiling her womanhood, filling every hole of her body with shame as he thrust wildly.
    “No!!!”
    Dalia cowered near Liberty as they watched the rape. Their small bodies were paralyzed in agony as they witnessed the unspeakable act of sin. Their screams mixed withthe pleading that erupted from Liberty’s mother. The young girls hugged each other, and Dalia whispered, “Cover your eyes, Liberty.”
    The girls closed their eyes and held hands until the screams became whimpers and the whimpers became moans of a woman hanging onto her last breaths. When the moans stopped Liberty knew that so had life. Life as she knew it had ceased to exist and tears flowed nonstop down her face. The rebels hovered like rabid dogs as they salivated over the young girls. The fronts of their army fatigues rose in sexual heat as they marked their next victims.
    The men wanted them, and as they approached, the girls wished for death.
    “Enough!” a voice bellowed from behind the mob of men. Trembling, the girls clung to each other, arms intertwined desperately as if they had the strength to stay connected that way forever.
    They watched in trepidation as the men parted and one of the senior rebels stepped forward. The thud of his heavy combat boots beat the dirt floor, resounding like an African drum, providing the soundtrack to the massacre he had brought upon the village. “Go rally the others. Make sure every hut has been searched. Take anything of value,” the man ordered without ever taking his eyes off of the girls.
    Dalia and Liberty resisted as he snatched them to their feet. Their tiny fists did little to stop him from imposing his will. He eyed the young girls. They were equally beautiful, but could not have been more opposite than day and night. Dalia’s skin was dark, rich like velvet, sweet like chocolate,and smooth like the earth’s finest silk, while Liberty’s skin was bright like the faintest color in an artist’s palette. She was exquisitely unique. She was a trophy. He grinned as he thought of the position of power he held. He was second in command in the rebel regime and always got first pick of the spoils of war. He stepped toward the girls, causing them to huddle together fearfully. He roughly gripped Liberty’s arm, and Dahlia erupted in rage. She had always been the stronger of the two, and she kicked the rebel directly between his legs, causing him to