Don't keep silent
I was sexually harassed, mentally tortured, blackmailed; but I was silent. I let him do whatever he wished to, and showed minimal protests.
No, not because I enjoyed. But because he used to frighten me that "If I tell anyone anything about it, he'll lie to my parents that I've an affair with his nephew." He even make me believe that no one is going to believe me. So I kept silent. What else could I do?
I was just a girl of 16 by then; a book-worm; who knows nothing about the outside world. I used to cry, just cry for that whole 1hr 45 mins of torture and humiliation; but my tears, my pains went unnoticed. He was my tutor, a teacher; someone whom not only I but even my parents respects the most; a devil inside.
But now it's not him about what I need to talk. Instead it's me; and other girls like me.