I couldn't see what was happening. But I could feel everything. The guys' arms tight around mine holding me down. From the blockers. Now the bench. Why couldn't teachers hear me?! Next thing I know, I'm getting a shirt or something shoved in my mouth and tied around so I'm unable to be heard outside the small locker room. One guy is holding my arms and another holding me my legs. I'm sprawled out on the bench, bra and shirt off, and getting my jeans ripped off. I scream. But barely anything is heard. All of a sudden. A hand is grabbing me. Two hands now. Running up and down my body. It's hard to breathe and my vision is hazy. I feel myself slowly fading out of consciousness. Now three sets of hands run over every bump and curve of my body. And now. I me. I scream. This is sexual harassment! Maybe even rape! What the hell is happening here!!!
I keep screaming while the guys are now undressed and taking my virginity. This is so wrong. But the screams finally lay off. The gag falls out of my mouth and I don't make a sound. I hear something open, a door maybe. And I scream as loud as I can."HELP ME PLEASE. AHH!"
A guy rushes in screaming my name. Like it's a question seeing if it's me or not. I turn my head a bit and see Jona running in. "Get the hell away from her. I'm calling the cops!"
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A papercutters love story
RomanceJona never felt love. But when new girl Harper moves to his class, things change. He knows her trubbled past and help her through life. But things start getting hard.
