During the evening she raped me twice more in the same way.
And there’s nothing I could do to stop her.
Sometime in the early morning, I wake up and notice that the fog in my head is largely lifted. The drugs have almost worn off. Still a little stiff from the night's activities, I slowly turn my head and look at the sleeping face on the pillow next to me. To my horror, I recognize her.
This is Clairy, the daughter of Abi and Jonas from Barbados!
She's older now, the childish features of her face have now given way to a hardened expression "You!", I now whisper. My eyes go wide in disbelief, she's the last person I've thought of who would do this to me. I know she had a youthful fling on me, but it never occurred to me that she was capable of this. Slowly I sit up, wanting to make sure my head is clear. Then I grab the woman next to me by the shoulder and pull her up roughly.
