The last thing that I remembered was being held to the ground by four men while a fifth one tried to get me to scream for him. I didn't scream though, I would never scream for him. I would have rather died than let that man touch me in any intimate way.
So, why then, was I waking up now. Shouldn't I be dead? Did he stop beating me and rape me? I was still on that edge of unconsciousness so it was hard for me to tell at first.
I was teetering on that precipice between dream and reality. I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. At least not yet anyway. I was still a little too close to the blackness of unconsciousness for my sense to work.
I couldn't smell anything. I couldn't see anything. I could barely feel anything.
What I knew for certain though, was that I was alive. I was also still in a fair amount of pain but I could tell that I had healed significantly. I could also tell that I was basically naked.
