Dead men don't catcall

Chapter one page 2

I got off the hospital bed pulling out the many IVs stabbed into my arms. The doctors tried to stop me but I somehow managed to throw them off. I ran out of the room and down the stairs being chased by many doctors and nurses. I took many unnecessary turns to hopefully lose them. My heart raced as I made it to the front door. I ran through the large motion sensor doors and out into the parking lot. I didn't have a car so I had to run to my apartment.

(End of flashback)

I stare at the dead body on the floor, Jacob Miller, number one of the five men on my kill list. I smiled at my enemy lifeless on the floor. It took me years to track him down, but it was definitely worth it. That should teach him not to mess with me, Victoria Evans. Almost everyone else put in my situation would feel remorse or pity for the lifeless bitch on the floor, but I could care less. This was hardly enough punishment for the pain and embarrassment these men put me through. I searched his pockets smiling when I grabbed his cellphone. The little box lit up with a touch of a button. I swiped up on the screen only for the phone to ask for a password or a thumbprint. Perfect, I had the thumbprint right here. I lifted up the bodies index finger and placed it gently on the screen applying a little pressure so the phone would recognize the finger was there. Just as I hoped the phone unlocked showing the home screen that had about 10 different apps crowded around each other. Despite fearing what I would find, my own finger clicked on the colorful icon labeled "photos" I figured if he had anything it wouldn't be in plain sight, so I scrolled down till I found the "hidden" option. I sat there staring at the tiny words, I debated if I actually wanted to know what was inside. I closed my eyes tightly as I pressed on the option opening another album of photos. I opened my eyes only to find at least 5 photos of naked girls all tied up the same way I was the night they raped me. Every photo was taken on a different date some months apart, while others only days apart. Tears rolled down my eyes when I clicked on my photo. I saw myself tied up in a room made for sex at a bar like strip club. The place I had been before all this happened. In the picture my eyes were squeezed shut and I was covered in something slimy, something I didn't want to think about. Tears fell onto the phone as I stared at the picture of my naked body on the phone. I didn't remember them taking a photo of me but then again my eyes were closed in the picture. These men are smart but not smart enough, I will find everyone of them and punish them for what they did. Rape might not be a crime but it still should be punished. And if the stupid police won't do it.. I will.