The Truth Behind My Rape

This is my story of when my high school teacher raped me. Not for the soft hearted

Hostage

I woke up surrounded enveloped in darkness. Where was I? Think, I had to think, I closed my eyes again. The black of the back of my eyelids seemed safer than the heaviness of my pitch black, concealed surroundings. My thoughts were clouded, I couldn't think clearly. I moved my shoulders and felt a sharp pain shoot dow...