I felt a pair of hands, casually brushing over my body. I assumed it was a mistake, but then I felt somebody pull the covers off.
I wanted to stop those invading hands, I was feeling cold and I wanted to sleep. I just lay quietly aware of everything that was happening to me but unable to stop it, unable to open my eyes and unable to scream.
All I remembered before this nightmare began was having a sip of that cola, somebody had offered me; and now I lay here.
I could sense at least four men around me. I lay on some kind of a bed or a bunker with very soft mattresses, coz no bed could be so narrow. I was still fully clothed, mercifully, but I was not sure how long this was going to last.
As I began to take note of my surroundings, the hands exploring my body seem to multiply. I could feel hands holding my arms above my head and one on each of my breasts. My legs were pulled apart and there was a hand cradling my crotch. And then somebody threw water on my face.
As I came round, and saw for the first time the leering faces around me. The man who had thrown water on me just took out a knife and slowly started ripping my clothes off me. I tried to struggle but was held too firmly in place.
I watched as my captor picked up the shreds of my clothes and held them aloft so I could see them. He soaked them in alcohol and set them afire, holding them aloft till the flames touched his fingers and then he threw them aside.
โYou are not going to need them for a long time now, babyโ. From the way he was slurring his words I was only glad that he had cut away only my clothes and not me.
From the moment I had begun to lose my consciousness I was aware that I was going to be raped. I was resigned to it, and I was going to ensure that I was not hurt too badly in the process. My only worry was โ I was a virgin.
Let me tell you, how I ended up where I did. I am an 18-year-old blonde, petite and slim. This is my first time in the city as till now I was living with my grandparents in the country.
My parents had died when I was 3 and my grandparents had raised me, whom I called Pa and Ma. I was educated mostly at home, since Pa was a retired teacher. I had very few friends as a child, but never missed being around children my age. Ma was my closest friend and both she and Pa had always treated me as an adult.
It was at college that I first discovered what I had missed. I enjoyed the way men turned to look at me, I enjoyed sharing secrets with girls my age and I enjoyed the freedom of doing what I wanted without having to answer either Pa or Ma.
When my friends told me I that I had a great body, I tended to disbelieve them since Ma always told me that I was only a passable.