I Was Raped and Feel Scared All the Time

Ripping Me Away... She got stolen. Her only piece of life. Her identity. The monster took it away. There was no one to save her. The girl was trapped in the mirror. The monster tore apart her identity to shreds and all the girl could do was sit in silence and wait until the monster was done building up his ego. Wait until it was over. Until it was ok for her to move; ok for her to breathe. She stood before him pretending what just happened wasn't real. Not accepting what she knew was real. Her innocence is gone; stolen.
Why did he have to destroy something so small? Something so vulnerable? Something so forgiving? What did she do to deserve this? Live? Breathe? Exist? He must have known she wouldnt forget. She wouldn't forget anything; not the way he made her feel emotionally and physically. Dirty. Trash. Stepped on. Chewed up and spit out. Shaking trying to process everything that just happened. What he just did to her. What he just made her, a victim.