I Have Been Used

He called me in his room , seldom he call me there but am not surprised nor thinking any wrong , it's a cold afternoon , he asked for coffee , I served him , the door was all open , Julia was in the next room , Martha was in kitchen .Suddenly he asked me to stop , so I stop.He came close to me , pulled me by my hair , bent me side of his bed , I try to stop , he pull down my skirt , my panties and without a single word with me throw out from the window near by .Nothing to say after that , still I remain silent as I know more sound will bring more worst situation for me , I hide my face in his bed lowered my head till he finished his work and pulled my hair again to kicked me out of his room , I came down stairs very silently to collect my cloths from the garden as the guilty all is mine and return back my work in kitchen again by hiding my wave of cry and the seas of sorrow , don't know where is the end .