The Virginity Killer

Chapter 2

Aaron opened the door, and threw me in, locking the door behind him. Aaron had this smile on his face, one I’ve never seen before. Instinct told me I was in trouble- fight or flight. I was frozen with fear. Aaron seemed to loom over me. I walked backwards slowly. Aaron stopped opened the kitchen drawer and pulled a gun out. Tears were streaming down my face now.

“Finally you feel something!” Aaron scowled.

“Please, don’t,” I managed to whimper.

            Aaron dug in his back pockets, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“Put one of those on, now,” Aaron demanded as he threw them to me.

            Immediately I put one on.

“Walk to the ring on the wall,” Aaron ordered and I did as he said.

            He put the other cuff on the ring. He pulled out another pair and cuffed my other hand and attached it to the other ring. He pointed the gun towards me and smirked as he grabbed his pocketknife from the coffee table. Placing the gun down on the table he stood back up with the knife. I was whimpering, trying to control my crying. Aaron scowled, and walked away, into the kitchen. He came back with duct tape. He taped my mouth, and then cut my shirt down the middle. Every time I whimpered Aaron grabbed the gun and pointed it at me, making me silent. He turned on some music to make sure no one heard.

            He put the gun down and undid my shorts pulling them down. I couldn’t believe it was happening. Being sexually assaulted, again, but by a new guy. He slid my underwear off and went down on me. All the time I was thinking “Where is Peter?!”  I looked to the kitchen, and through blurry eyes I saw a figure, but didn’t say anything in fear. Once Aaron could tell I was close to climaxing he pulled his pants down with his boxers and that’s when the figure tripped making noise.

            Aaron left me and went after the figure. I heard kitchen pots banging and then nothing. I was sobbing as a figure came toward me.

“It’s Peter, it’s okay, I’m getting you out of this,” Peter said as he untapped my mouth and un-cuffed me. I slid my clothes on and hugged Peter and sobbed into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, let’s go to the police, okay?” Peter said.

            I nodded, not able to speak. Peter led me to the front door, and I saw Aaron knocked out on the ground. Once in Peter’s car, he explained that he taped some of it, so there would be proof of sexual assault. I cried because I was thankful and freaked out at the same time.

“We need to go to a health facility. I need to get a forensic exam. Then police,” I said, and Peter turned the car in the other direction.

            Arriving at the healthcare facility, I waited in the waiting room until a specialist was available. The wait wasn’t too long.

“Anna?” the doctor called.

            Peter stood up and I followed his example. Peter walked over and I followed.

“And you are?” the doctor asked.

“Peter, the friend who saved her,” Peter mumbled.

“Anna, would you like him present? It is a lengthy exam, and very personal,” the doctor said.

“It’s not like he hasn’t seen it all before,” I whispered.

            The doctor nodded and took us to a private room.

“You will find Peter’s DNA on me. I hugged him for saving me,” I warned.

“Okay, well your file shows no preexisting medical conditions, so let’s start with the head-to-toe examination. When you were assaulted, were you penetrated?” The doctor asked.

            I shook my head and she nodded with sympathy.

“Okay, well, what exactly happened?” The doctor asked.

“Here is a video,” Peter said holding it up.

“Okay, let’s get started,” the doctor said as she put gloves on and grabbed a comb and other things to collect DNA.

Once the exam was over, it was late evening. Peter drove to the police station and parked.

“How did you know about the exam?” Peter said.

“Because I did my research after you, and yeah…” I said quietly.

“What? After me?” Peter said.

“Look up the law about sexual assault. I was drunk and high as hell… I had no way to give consent to what happened with us. But never mind that, it’s the past,” I said.

“I am sorry,” Peter said before getting out of the car.

            Walking into the station there was a black woman at the desk with crazy blue eye make up. It was the same woman who was there when I thought about reporting the incident with Peter.

“Hello, how may I help you?” the woman asked.

            Last time my friend did all the talking. I looked to Peter who nodded and talked for me.

“We would like to report sexual assault,” Peter stated.

“When did it happen?” the woman asked.

“Only hours ago, she got a forensic exam too,” Peter said.

“Okay, well you will have to fill out a form, explaining the details and an officer will be with you shortly to get what you’ve written so far and continue from there. I would give it ten minutes before someone gets with you,” the woman said, handing us the form.

            Peter gave me the form and I couldn’t get myself to write anything. I was in shock. How did I not see it? I started to cry, and Peter put his arm around me and pulled me in to comfort me. I didn’t pull away. Before we knew it a male officer, likely in his late twenties, early thirties came in.

“Anna?” the officer asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Will you two come with me,” the officer said.

            We followed him into a private room and he explained everything he was to do, and the interview lasted several hours. Every time I almost freaked out Peter was there to remind me why I was doing this.

“Thank you for all the details and that video, we have a strong case, and officers have been sent to the address to see if he is still in the apartment. We will be in touch. What address should I be going to now?” the policeman asked.

“402 E.32” Peter said quickly.

“Alright, will be following up when we have news,” the officer said.

            We left the station, and went back to Peter’s to find police cars there. Getting out we heard them saying no one was to be found in the apartment. I tensed and stopped walking. Where was he?

“Anna, come on, they will find him, don’t worry,” Peter said.