He crept into my room like a thief in the night
Clamp me shut, hardly allowing for breathing
Menacing green eyes glared at me
Through gritted teeth and stench breath, stale tobacco mixed with alcohol
Sickening
He ordered. ‘Don’t scream, you’ll wake the others and we don’t want that.’
‘Don’t fight that way you’ll enjoy the ride.’
Realisation hit, as he ripped my pants off
Struggling – screaming – scratching
‘Please don’t…’
‘Stop! Stop!…’
Fighting my corner uselessly
He was already NACKED!
Entered with such force
I felt the tare
All the while he hissed
Yes…Yes…Yes… I’m coming…
Used like a latrine, his contents emptied
Spent, flushed
He lay heavily, shaking, crushing
All the while the hand clamping my mouth was never removed
I cried me a river in unheard words
‘Don’t tell a sole, it will be our little secret.’ he snarled
Shaking uncontrollably
Removing the clamp, he slapped my face
‘Do you understand?’
The burning pain from down below and my face
I nodded
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