The Diary of Jimothy Ann

The Beating

Prismatic shards shattered from cerebral grinding wheels, exploding in liquid arrays of geometric eruption; each spark of fiery chroma scented in lemon, mango, melon, beach breeze, and the stink of violence. I was only 'seeing stars' from being beaten unconscious. I twirled in serenity while choking on my own blood. It seemed beautiful but soon became a realization of harrow. I could barely move but managed to roll over, only able to open my left eye as the right was swollen closed. I felt strings of coagulated blood snap and crackle as my eye slowly opened. And there he stood. Mordecai. My boyfriend of three years. He stood 6′ 6″ tall, a bald and completely hairless monster of masculinity wearing a black tank top. He was an albino with electric yellow eyes while a wicked scowl engraved his face in hatred.

"Jimmie baby...you know I still love you eh?" He screamed and stomped on my fingers crushing them into twisted braids.

"Kill that bitch," a voice from behind him snarled. "Hi baby. It's momma hahaha!"

I began heaving vomit, choking, bawling in pain, and realizing the  situation. My mother is with Mordecai. Fuck. She stood there naked with a  hammer in one hand smiling as she began massaging his rigid fourteen inch cock through his jeans with the other. He laughed and they began dancing in joy. I was in shock. I began to doubt the reality, considering  the possibility of a nightmare. Just a bad dream. I thought for sure  I'd wake up soon but never did.

They began fucking on the floor right next to me. Wretched was every moan and sound of his penis plunging her old well-worn hole. In and out  the sloshing squeak of hammered sex reverberated through the house as I  began to get up. My hair was stuck to the wood tiles in dried blood and  my ribs seared in pain...I knew they were broken. I knew I had to leave  now before they finished and that would take considerable time, possibly  hours with his alien-like sexual endurance but I couldn't risk the  chance of a stoppage. I slithered in a pool of black blood pushing myself off the floor still overwhelmed and terrified. I managed to  escape leaving the bellowing howls of morbid sex behind me.

Somehow my car keys were in my pocket and I almost began to believe  in God as I cranked my car up. I remained calm and drove off being as  inconspicuous as possible. Thoughts swirled in my my mind of how this  happened. I barely remember driving over to my mom's house or why I did.  I don't remember being knocked out. Just fragments. I sobbed bloody tears, my body convulsing in  torment as I drove. I grabbed my purse  from the floorboard and was relieved my cash was still there...twenty-two  thousand in hundred dollar bills. I looked down and noticed I was naked  from the bottom down. I screamed in pain...was I raped by them? I couldn't  go to the police. Not an option. I would incriminate myself and serve 50 years day for day. I just had to make it to my secret beach side apartment that nobody knew about. I kept it available for situations  like this and was thankful for my own foresight.

My name is Jimmie Ann. I am currently 18 years old. It has been three  days since my brutal ass whipping and rape. Yes I was raped. I think I  was administrated with a large ear of corn due to evidence I collected  and analyzed in my home lab. My right eye was beginning to open with my body covered in bruises and lacerations.  I wasn't feeling any pain as I  was snorting lines of crushed Oxycontin pills. I spent all day smoking weed straight from Colorado: Bubble Gum Kush packaged like candy in neon  pink wrapping with 19% THC on the label . It's been a rough week. I was  in hiding at my secret apartment roughly 100 miles New Orleans. 100  miles from my mother and Mordecai. I spent all day counting my money  which wasn't bad: $ 174,670.00 in cash. I had pleanty of guns, my  knives, survival gear, and six special cell phones from which I conduct  my business.

I was going to write a story here but my diary is so much more  interesting. I've only altered a few things to keep myself out of prison  but I will share it all here with you. I hope you join me. I have to be  careful writing this as it may be dangerous for me...and possibly for  you.