"No please... Please don't hurt me... SOMEBODY HELP ME!! Please." I tried getting out of his grip.
He was lot bigger than I.
He threatened to do horrible things to me if I screamed again.
I stayed quiet as he pushed me towards a tree. My hands were so tight around my pants so he wouldn't take them off.
He grabbed my hands away and squeezed them.
He pulled my pants and underwear down so roughly and that I couldn't stop crying. I didn't dare be loud. He spreds my legs apart and shoved his long fingers inside me. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
My mind was racing, I was so terrified.
So sad so alone so fucked up. He jammed himself into me and I squealed in pain! He smacked me and choked me, telling me to keep it down. He kept calling me Jane.
I kept my eyes closed and pretended I was playing with my dog, Bruno, and not being raped... anything to get my mind off of how terrible what I was going though was. It was so dark in the woods, making it extremely difficult to see his face. I could only smell his druken breath.
After what seemed like forever, he loosened his grip, wore his jeans and walked away. He left me there all alone. I felt so sore.
He took my virginity from me... The one thing I held very dear.
"Nooo!" I woke up screaming.
It's been five years since that happened and I still have nightmares to this day.