[Rape - Part 1]
I tried to get away from him. I tried to twist and squirm; kick and push - nothing I did seemed good enough. He straddled me and had my arms pinned above my head. He was looking at me with this twisted smile, a far away look in his eyes. I gave one last kick and managed to knee him in the crotch. He crumpled on top of me and I managed to flip myself over so I was free, I tried to scramble away, my body not really listening to the signal my brain was sending, RUN! I was a few feet away from him when he reached out and grabbed my ankle, pulling me back to him. He pinned me down with his knees on my chest and punched me in the face, calling me a bitch.
I can see the look on his face. I can see the anger, but I can also see a softness. I can see him above me, almost feel his knees on my chest. His mouth is angry, ready and waiting to spew ugliness. His eyes have that far away look, like he's daydreaming, not really there. I remember his smile as he undid his belt. There was a sick loving smile and softness in his eyes as he started to violate me...
I hate you.