Scarred, by Ayanda Xaba

Sizwe, with his undeniable charm and good looks, laid in the pool of his own blood - breathless. The scar on his left cheedk the only indication of the once notorious lover Mzansi has ever seen. How many girls did he violate? The police would never know.

The scar being a souvenir from this first victim. He spent hours looking at it, admiring it, years after the incident. He got an erection every time he touched it. His scar - his mark. Sizwe wabantwana. The screams were his drug. First he thought that's all he needed, just another terrified scream to get his high. But that's not how drugs work. He would start with the screams; spanking, strangling, raping, burning, cutting....

Why stop if you could get more? He never stopped. Not until she stopped him.