The Dark World

The Men

They all gathered around me circuling me. One of them took the rope and tied my hands to a bar that was above my head, the blood rushing down from my arms. My clothes were stained with dirt and my ponytail was all messed up.

Another man put the bandanna back in my mouth and took off my sweater forcefully as I tried to fight back. I hated the fact that several men were staring at me in my bra forcefully without my consent as I couldn't do anything.

Another man unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off as I tried to kick them in the shin. They backed away as I was only in my bra and underwear. My chest heaved up in down as I couldn't control my breathing.

They wrapped there arms around me and unclipped my bra. Some of them traced their knifes on my scars as tears escaped my eyes. I was in so much pain and fear and anger.

They took my my underwear and forced themselves on me one by one as I cried. I tried to get them off but couldn't, it was painful and none of them used protection. The pain was violent and they weren't easy on me and I had never had sex before, I was waiting for the right person and these ass wipes took it from me without my consent.

I was so angry and mad I wanted to scream but I couldn't. They slapped me and scratched my stomach and left bruises on my body. Once they were done they left me naked, cold, alone in the dark. Nothing but my bare skin and the rope that tied my hands above my head to keep me company.

I cried silently as I saw the blood that trickled down my thighs. I was so sore. I was so tired. I was so scared. I shook violently in the dark. The bandanna still in my mouth. I was so cold and so alone. The scariest part was that I had no idea if I was going to make it out alive.

The next day they came back in the morning. The barn was still a little dark but not as dark and cold as before. I looked up with them with pleading eyes, glossy from all the crying I had done. They repeated what they did to me the night before all through the day, not feeding me or giving me water.

They sloppily dressed my and left me again in the dark repeadtly for days on end. I felt week and numb after a while and I had forgotten the last time I ate, but it couldn't have been long if I was still alive.

One day they left and I felt lightheaded and I couldn't take it anymore. They brought me a water and I thought it was harmless. They gave it to me but it made me dizzy and it made me feel sick. They did stuff to me again, worse stuff. Leaving more marks on my body. Then they dressed me and left me alone in the dark. I puked on myself from the drugs they put me on and I cried.