It was pitch black. The cement walls and green curtains by the window were no longer visible.

In the superstitious provinces of Cebu, darkness is dreaded by children and often associated with the arrival of spirits.

Omar knew this, of course. Removing any source of light would easily disorient the timid 14-year old.

He gently pawed over his 6-month old son laying motionless between them, and firmly planted himself above her tiny frame.

“I can teach you how to kiss,” he whispered in the darkness.

She could feel his fingers tugging her shorts downward, and then her underpants.

The Yaya was frozen, calcified, not understanding what was happening.

But Joseph’s muffled whisper clarified the situation.

"Only the tip, it’s ok."

What felt like a thousand tiny needles were soon tearing her insides, forcing a stream of tears down the sides of her face that she tried ever so hard to conceal.

Omar’s San Fernando compound was barely 30 kilometers from her family’s home in lower Maghaway, a stone’s throw from the elementary school where she had skipped rope with her cousins only hours earlier.

But the Babysitter was now light years away from home.

She was now on On Omar’s Watch, and the calculated theft of her virginity would only be the beginning.

In the months ahead, Bernabe’s campaign to eviscerate her humanity and demean her for sexual gratification would prove tragically effective, and change the course of the Babysitter’s life forever.