Violated: A Shocking and Harrowing Survival Story From the Notorious Rotherham Abuse Scandal. Sarah Wilson
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Contents
Chapter Four: The Nightmare Begins
Chapter Nine: The Razaq Brothers
Chapter Ten: Does Anyone Care?
Chapter Thirteen: Building Bridges
Chapter Fifteen: Love Triangle
Chapter Seventeen: A Fatal Decision
Chapter Eighteen: Where’s Laura?
Chapter Nineteen: The Worst News
Chapter Twenty: Abusers in the Dock
Chapter Twenty-One: Murder Trials
Chapter Twenty-Two: A New Life
Chapter Twenty-Three: Truth at Last
Chapter Twenty-Four: Building a Future
My eyes fixed on a cobweb in the corner of the room as I heard footsteps on the stairs. The door creaked open and I shifted on the lumpy mattress on the floor. They’d left me there a few hours earlier and now it was dark, so dark. If I strained really hard, though, I could still see the outline of the cobweb. It gave me something to focus on, to distract me from what was going on in the cold darkness of that room.
A figure appeared in the doorway, but he was just a silhouette, the latest in the line of faceless men who’d come to me that night. Was he the sixth or the seventh? I’d lost count. I didn’t meet his gaze; I couldn’t bear it. I kept looking at the cobweb as I felt him place his weight on top of me. The smell of his sweat and cheap soap filled my nostrils.
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