\'Lying in the prison of my bed, his dark silhouette closes in, a pillow in its hands.
And, worse.
Terrified, Madeleine would keep quiet. “Say nothing, no one will believe a nasty little kid like you” he’d whisper.
The care home manager was abusing her, using her like she was his toy.
She was also an easy target.
In a dark, grey building on Jersey, she was just another orphan, defenceless and alone.
My throat tightens in fear…’ At the tender age of five, Madeleine was living a daily nightmare. \'Lying in the prison of my bed, his dark silhouette closes in, a pillow in its hands