Flashback, 8 years ago
I wake up in a dark room. The door in the middle of a wall opens, and in comes the man of my worst nightmares. When he turns and I see his evil eyes I lose it, I try to run past him out the door, but just before I get out, he grabs my waist.
I scream, kick, punch, anything to get away from him. He tightens his grip and laughs. He manages to rip all my clothes off and trap me on the ground. He has my arms above my head and his legs push mine far apart. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, releasing his friend.
"This might hurt," he says before plunging into me. I scream in pain. "Stop!! Get off of me!!" My screams and cries do nothing; he continues until he is satisfied. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I am filled with so much hatred toward the man in front of me. He took the last innocence I had saved.
End of flashback
