(The last part of this story is based on real life. In 2001, a schoolgirl was held 17 days in a small flat and sexually tortured by her supposed friends. Inept torturing led to more pain then pleasure and the girl ended up with severe 2nd and 3rd degree burns that required reconstructive surgery. It was a horrific thing, and I sincerely hope that this never happens again…or at least, have professional BDSM masters.)
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I wake up.
The sunlight assails my eyes, and warmth floods through my body. Tingles run up and down my spine. What am I doing on the floor? I sit up, feeling sticky and dirty and…used. Why am I naked on the floor? And the windows and doors open? How many people have seen me this way?
Then I remember. The six excited boys last night, that…just. Used me. They fucked me. Oh god…oh god…Why do I remember? Dried semen on my skin, and in my hair. What have I done? Oh god…don't cry. You're a big girl now. Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry! But I can't help it…Oh god. They raped me. And I let them. Don't cry! They assaulted me and took me and raped me and they should be hung and shot and oh god…I actually enjoyed it at that moment…I let them have me…oh god. Don't cry. But I can't help it. And I listen to myself sob, and watch the tears fall and run down my semen-covered breasts.
It's already afternoon. The mess in the living room is cleared up, and nothing's been stolen, except my pride and dignity. I never knew one could spend two hours bathing. My fingers were wrinkled line prunes and I knew my water bill in water scarce Singapore was going to be exorbitant, but I didn't care. Some concessions can be made for raped women. For the boys, rape can lead up to 10 to 25 yrs in prison and 20 strokes of the rotan, or cane. The rotan breaks an average boy's skin in 3 strokes, so they spread out the caning over the space of a few months. And prisons in Singapore aren't like the kind you see on television or movies, they're veritable fortresses in which your privacy and your dignity are stripped from you like the peel from a rotten orange. I should know, being a lawyer.
I stare in the full-length mirror. Never again. Never again. Never will I ever be so stupid and let myself get carried away. For now, let's limit my nudity to the confines of my home. Until I can find a way, this stays indoors. I sit at the computer and stare at the pictures in my screen, from the pornographic sites. It's not unlike staring into a mirror. Then I read some erotic stories. And I have an idea. I've found a way. But I'm not sure. It might not work. But at least, it's an idea.
I'm too scared to go down to the hawker center for dinner, lest I meet the boys again. Lest I get carried away. So I boil instant noodles for dinner and watch a rented VCD naked on my couch. A Gwyneth Paltrow show, in which she gets screwed a couple of times in order for the plot to proceed. A good show.
I'm walking down the main road to the bus stop at night, my heels clicking and the breeze feeling cool on my naked flesh. What happened to my business suit? Then there's the sound of giggling and laughing, 18 year old voices. "Eh, slut. Eh slut. Come here leh. Come here get some good fucking from us leh. Fuck fuck fuck slut." I'm naked on the road, the air growing colder. Where did my business suit go? A hundred boys, all fully clothed but their dicks hanging out of their pants suddenly surround me. I try to run, but my heels grow and grow until they're 6 inches, and all I'm doing is jiggling my ass and tits. Oh god. They're all around me and then they grab me, a hundred mauling hands, drowning me in a sea of flesh. All of them, hung like horses, pushing me down into the dark. I'm suffocating, feeling the pricks plunge into my pussy and mouth with great force. I scream.
I scream into a pillow, and turn around, gasping for breath. Saliva stains the pillow coating. It's Monday morning. I hate Mondays.
I go to work in the MRT, the mass rapid transit, a 110 million dollar subway system that beats New York's hands down. It's fast, easy to use and it's comfortable. More than 500000 people ride the MRT everyday. But Singapore is small, so getting everywhere is pretty fast. I sit and fidget in my business suit, itching to take it off. After all, I spent nearly the entire weekend naked. But I have to wait. I have to wait.
My office is in the heart of town, the central business district, with its skyscrapers that tower overhead, grey and ominous. How many people looking down from their offices can see me?
The girl walks into my office, nervously, shy like a mouse. She's only 18, according to the police report, from a prestigious school and quite the musician. Withdrawn and quiet, due to the lack of siblings, parents who work 24/7 neglect her but she has a desperate need for acceptance, according to the psyche profile. She looks the role, dressed in her school uniform and carrying her school bag.
"Hello, Miss Tan." She whispers hoarsely, tentatively as if I might bite her if she spoke any louder.
"Hello, Rachel. Please call me Sue. And please take a seat."
She does, sitting down in the chair across my desk, crossing her legs. Her bag goes onto the floor underneath her seat. We appraise each other for a moment. She's an attractive girl. Athletic body and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. The silence gets uncomfortable and I finally break it. "So. Rachel. How's school?"
She looks away, and hesitates to answer. "It's ok, I guess."
I nod. "Mmm. That's pleasantries out of the way, so let's get down to business…" at which, Rachel winces. "…can you relate the incident to me in your own words, describe how you felt then, and in as much detail as possible, please."
She pales, and swallows. "I really don't want to think about it any more. Couldn't you just read the report? I…"
"Please. It's important for the case."
"All right…where should I start?"
"From the beginning. Don't leave anything out."
"Ok. Uh. Well. It was Friday. Yeah, and I was hanging out with my friends right? And…"
"Wait. Who are your friends? Where from?"
"Uh, the band girls from school, uh, Janice, Tian tian, uh…Amanda and Huilin."
"Ok, and what were you doing?"
"We had just finish shopping and watching a movie, so we were hanging at the void deck of Janice's block talking…"
"What about?"
"What?"
"What were you all talking about?"
"I don't really remember…" Lie.
"Try, please."
"Uh…about guys."
"And…?"
"And…uh…sex."
"Mmm. Go on."
"So we went up to Janice's place, to watch some VCDs, uh, you know, some of her brother's VCDs, those…uh. That kind lah."
"You mean, pornography?"
"Uh…yeah. So we were watching and then Janice got excited, you know, and her parents are away in Europe for like, 2 months…and then Amanda and Huilin are a couple, see…"
"Wait, Huilin is a girl, right?"
"Uh, yeah. They're lesbians. So they began to kiss and neck each other, turned on by that…adult VCD, and then they teased me because I was a virgin. And then the four of them grabbed me…my arms and my legs…"
"Did you scream?"
"Uhm, no, because I thought they were just playing, you know. So I really didn't scream for help. And then, they tied me up with raffia string; I didn't really know that they did until they did, because they were tickling me. And then, they tied my hands behind my back and my legs together. And I couldn't really move."
