© A Mixed Bag 2011
By Neel Anil Panicker
‘They tell me you killed a man. Is that true?’
“Yes, that’s true, Father.”
‘Tell me, Oh dear child of God, why did you kill another of His creations?’
“ ’Coz he’d killed other children of God. Was now threatening to kill one more?”
‘I’m at a loss. Could you explain that?’
“You see, I was orphaned within days of my birth. My parents were rich coffee plantation owners who met a horrific death. Their car plunged hundreds of feet down a deep gorge, I was given to understand. Thereafter, Uncle, my father’s younger brother, raised me up, took me on as his daughter, even gave me his name, and…”
‘He seems to have been a good man.’
“That’s what I thought too until the age of twelve. Then one night he pounced on me.
That was the beginning of my ordeal. I’d become his sex slave.”
‘You could have run away? Called the police? Did something?’
“Was about to. But he smelled my intentions. I overheard him speaking to someone on the phone.
He was planning to kill me, exactly the way he’d killed my parents. He was evil incarnate.
I’d no choice. That night an angel turned devil.”
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