Topic: Horror
There were three of them, six of their perverted hands coming closer–only one of me, two of my stainless hands to keep them away. There was no way to know that when Whit and I let them in the house that they would do something like this to me.
Tall and strong, they came at me as I merely sat there, practicing over my “Nine Satanic Statements” since I had just been converted to Satanism only several moments before I let my worst nightmare walk through that stained wooden door of my best friend’s house.
I sat calmly and quietly in the corner while Whit sat at the computer, talking with my boyfriend over the Instant Messenger. I minded my own business, writing and spilling my full heart of darkness out with that black inked pen of mine.
Uncomfortable, I positioned myself to lain on my stomach with my binder in front of me and my hand writing furiously as I spilled that Satanic chant on a white sheet of paper.
Shane laid himself on my back, looking over my shoulder as I wrote silently, Trevor and Phil observing from the sides.
“Get off of me, Shane,” I hissed lowly, trying to ignore them all.
Shane removed himself from me after Whit had bashed him over the head and returned to the computer–keeping my boyfriend, John, informed on everything that was going on.
Shane once again lain himself on top of me, now moving his hands up and down the sides of my body, sending shivers down my spine as I shook him off.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, threatening him with my ball point pen.
“Touchy, touchy. A little ‘Virgin Mary’ we have here,” Trevor said as they all broke out in laughter.
Whit and I ignored them, until Shane came at me again, trying to remove my clothing from my body with those filthy hands of his.
“That’s it, you fucking asshole! You’re out, Shane!” Whit bashed him over the head and pulled him across the floor, throwing him out onto the front porch and locking the door behind him. “Don’t try anything with Jen,” she snapped at Trevor and Phil.
I gathered my books up, annoyed to Hell with all this crap these boys I hardly knew were pulling on me. I went and locked myself in Whit’s room, forgetting that her windows were right at the front porch and were wide open.
I sat on the bed quietly, working on my writings once again when Shane came crawling through the window. I let out a terrible shriek that echoed through the house. Whit came flying into the room and pulled Shane from me once again.
She took me back into the other room with her after shutting the windows and kicking Shane out once again.
I sat down on the couch with my book and watched Whit talk on the computer. Phil was in plain sight, watching over Whit’s shoulder and glancing over at me every now and then. I knew what was going through that twisted mind of his no matter how much I wanted to deny it.
Trevor came flying over the back of the couch at me, knocking me off the couch while my book went across the room. He weight pinned me to the ground as Phil began his walk over towards the two of us.
Whit flipped and headed for the kitchen, but Phil blocked her. She pounded at his head several times, trying to get to the kitchen to get a frying pan, yet she couldn’t get through him.
She gave up and went back to the computer, frantically typing away to my boyfriend. She must’ve gotten wrapped up in her talking and role playing with her friend, leaving me there was Phil came over.
Trevor held my arms down as he moved off of me, letting Phil lay his weight on top of me. There was a look of thrill in their eyes while mine were filled with terror.
My head was pounding in fear, thinking this was some twisted nightmare, or maybe a trick that Whit was playing on me. But it showed in their faces that this was no planned out game. It was a last minute game they had thought up for fun–and Whit wasn’t involved in the thinking.
My mouth opened to scream only to find a hand had covered over it, and a hot breath breathing against my ear as it spoke.
“Say anything and we’ll do more than what we plan…”
I couldn’t recognize the voice, choose whether it was Phil or Trevor–my eyes were covered and my mind was trying to wonder off to a place that was happier until this was all over.
Their laughing taunted me as my clothes were torn from my body, a hand running itself up and down from my throat to my stomach and back again.
In the mix of laughing, I heard Whit scream at them, beating at their backs and trying to pull them away. But they merely shoved her aside and continued their dirty work.
I screamed in pain into the hand over my mouth, most likely Phil’s, as I felt a finger slip within me, tears streaming from my eyes as my worst nightmare started to form into reality.
The hand was removed from my mouth as it was then covered by someone else’s mouth, and for sure it was Trevor’s–Phil was sending kisses down my stomach and chest as her pushed my legs aside with both hands of his.
Then the tears began to stream violently as Trevor thrusted his tongue into my mouth the moment Phil thrusted himself against my lower body, tearing through my flesh.
There was nothing that I could do, Phil’s taunting threats ringing through the room as he went about causing me more physical and emotional pain. Mixed with his threats, I heard Whit threaten him, pounding on him and trying to removed him from me.
Red lights began to flash outside the house from what I heard, Phil ripping himself away from me and Trevor just stepping away. They slipped out the back door, Whit slamming it behind them and then wrapping me in a blanket.
She stepped into the other room for a moment and came out with her little brother’s toy police car, its lights flashing as she let out a nervous laugh and knelt down beside me.
She hopped back onto the computer and told as little as she could to my boyfriend, I didn’t want him worrying. He was yelling at her to call the cop, dial 911. But I refused to let her. I was too ashamed that I couldn’t protect myself. I wanted nothing to do with the law.
And I still want nothing to do with the law. Their laughs ringing through my mind as I spill my nightmare out onto this blank screen… Wondering if I should be telling such a story to anyone since I want to erase it from my mind..
But those laughs and that feeling of losing the one and only thing I truly cherished–my innocence as a young woman–will remain with me. No matter how hard I try to forget it now.
It’s a buried secret… A recent occurrence that is fresh in my mind and forbids me the right to sleep or allow anyone to touch me… All happiness is gone. The innocence of a young woman erased from history.
With those thiefs still on the loose and willing to do it again to the next innocent person. And all because I didn’t have the courage to swallow my pride and call for help.
Written Date: July 12, 2003, 11:37 PM
Rape Occurrence Date: July 11, 2003, 11:37 PM