Shane stood by helplessly as she watched her eight year old self play jacks in the hallway of the old apartment she shared with her mother.  She recognized the outfit the young girl wore and knew what day it was.  Wincing at the memory, she stood frozen in place as her Uncle Bill came up beside her stopping the little girl at forsies. 

Your mom went out, and Im going to play with you now.  The burly man grinned at the little girl in her neon pink shorts and neon orange tank top.  I want to play the game I showed you last time honeybut I want to finish this time.  He lifted the eight year old up and carried her to her bedroom.  The girl held her body rigid, never whimpering, although small tears flowed down her face.  He gently placed the girl down, and laid down on the bed quickly dropping his pants, and letting his limp ***** fall out.  Okay babyI want you to make it dancejust like I showed you.  The young girl sniffled and backed up against the far wall shaking her head in a no gesture.  What did I tell you about the gameif you dont play than I have to play with your mommydo you want to hurt your mommy?  Dont you love your mommy?