Huddling in the corner of the dark dirty bedroom, she pulled frantically at her clothes trying in vain to use her hands to wipe away the stench of them. The men. When she finally realized she could do nothing with it, she slumped backwards to lean on the wall. Dirty, dirty. She felt violated, so used. Just a toy for them to fondle, a toy for them to break. They had laughed, maniacally when they had pushed inside her body, ripping and tearing at her, until blood was an all too familiar sight on those bed sheets.

The door to the room was flung open and in the dimly lit light coming from the worn out light bulb. It illuminated that of a man and the housekeeper.

"She's the one, she not too used, only started work today, maybe you'll find her more enjoyable."

The man cracked his knuckles, "Enjoyable. I'll love her, not so innocent but still so unbroken and unused. Get tired of the whores who want it so much. This is much better." He licked his lips in anticipation.

"That's it then, " The housekeeper raised her hand for the money.

"You'll get it, when I'm done with her," the man muttered.

She nodded her beefy head, flicked the light switch on the wall throwing the room into a dim brightness and retreated.

"Hey, little girl. " He grinned as he advanced towards her.

She tried to make herself smaller hoping she could just squeeze herself into the wall, away from this man with the grinning smile and rotten teeth.

He lifted her as easily as a feather and threw her onto the bed. "Doing a little service for you girl. We could always have it on the floor." He ripped her clothes off, even as she tried to curl into a fetal position. Laughing, he jammed his finger inside her, tearing her soft tissues, even as his other hand fondled her.

And she screamed a shrill scream that he reveled in. Then she felt the power inside her bloom, a black pulsing fire pushing its way out of her. She let it hurl out of her striking the man on top of her.

For a second, a look of surprise flittered across his face, then he was flung across the room. He backed up, opened the door and fled, all the while muttering "Witch, witch."

She couldn't really figure it out even as she was laughing and crying hysterically. Witch or bitch. Did it even matter?