my ribs, busted my lip, and fractured my cheekbone and my nose. At one point two of them took turns kicking me all the way down the hallway to the guest bathroom. Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I reached out and twisted the fingers of one of my attackers. He struck out and slammed me against the wall. The other one punched me in the chest, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Deciding not to fight back anymore, I curled into the fetal position on the tile floor. They took nearly everything from me that day, breaking me slowly, both emotionally and physically. I was tossed around like a rag doll and passed around between the four of them, being used as nothing more than a cum dispenser for their personal gratification.”
Anger washed over Ronan’s face and neck, turning white and then red. I could see he was trying to contain his emotions. He would let out a deep sigh and ball up his fists every time he heard something unpleasant, or maybe it was the vision of what was happening that made him so angry.
“ Eventually each one of them passed out from being so drunk and tired. But they woke up at different times, drinking more beer, sitting on my couch in the living room chastising me and staring at me with icy drunken glares. When the beer ran out they started in on my wine collection. They barely drank any of the bottles. Mostly they just opened all the bottles, inhaling the grapey flavors, taking a swig, saying how disgusting it was and how only little sluts drink wine. Then they would pour it out.”
I started to get a dry mouth. I grabbed my throat, rubbing it gently, and Ronan asked me if I wanted water. I nodded, and he brought me back a bottle of San Pellegrino.
“ The beating continued into the night. Finally when they were done raping me, they joked about killing me. I really thought my life was over. They propped my near lifeless body in one of my kitchen chairs, tying me up and placing grey masking tape over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. My ex took out his pocket knife and sliced a mark on my arm under my shoulder. You’ll see it looks like the letter “D.” He ran the knife down my cheek, threatening to carve his initials into my cheek or slice my neck open from ear to ear. He didn’t, obviously . Then each one of them took a lit cigarette and took turns marking my body in various places. They said they were branding me as the whore that I was to them. Once they were done burning me they poured alcohol on me. They mentally tortured me by clicking their lighters over and over in my ears, threatening to set me on fire.”
I took a deep breath and a sip of water. Ronan looked as wiped out as I felt. He had a look of disbelief on his face, and I saw him shake his head more than a few times.
“ My ex’s only flaw in his twisted plan was that I was supposed to be at the event at seven that evening, so when I didn’t show up by eight-thirty my co-worker and friend Brendan came to my house looking for me. Brendan saw me tied up in the chair through my window. He ran in and saved my life. My ex bolted as soon as Brendan rushed through my front door along with the two men I didn’t know. But, his friend Ron stayed and tried to fight. He was no match for him physically because of his inebriated state. Brendan rushed me to the hospital. Before we left my house, he had to dress me because I was indecent, wearing fragments of torn and bloody clothing. I begged him to help me shower and wash the alcohol from my hair. I didn’t think about the rape. I just wanted to be clean. I will never be able to thank Brendan enough. I owe him my life.”
Blowing out a deep breath, Ronan asked, “Are these guys in jail?”
I hung my head and tried to push back the sobs. Ronan would never understand what I was about to share with him. I swallowed hard saying, “No…well yes… Ron and my ex went to jail that night, but it was because they were picked up for drunk driving and drugs. I have no idea about the other two. I heard
Anger washed over Ronan’s face and neck, turning white and then red. I could see he was trying to contain his emotions. He would let out a deep sigh and ball up his fists every time he heard something unpleasant, or maybe it was the vision of what was happening that made him so angry.
“ Eventually each one of them passed out from being so drunk and tired. But they woke up at different times, drinking more beer, sitting on my couch in the living room chastising me and staring at me with icy drunken glares. When the beer ran out they started in on my wine collection. They barely drank any of the bottles. Mostly they just opened all the bottles, inhaling the grapey flavors, taking a swig, saying how disgusting it was and how only little sluts drink wine. Then they would pour it out.”
I started to get a dry mouth. I grabbed my throat, rubbing it gently, and Ronan asked me if I wanted water. I nodded, and he brought me back a bottle of San Pellegrino.
“ The beating continued into the night. Finally when they were done raping me, they joked about killing me. I really thought my life was over. They propped my near lifeless body in one of my kitchen chairs, tying me up and placing grey masking tape over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. My ex took out his pocket knife and sliced a mark on my arm under my shoulder. You’ll see it looks like the letter “D.” He ran the knife down my cheek, threatening to carve his initials into my cheek or slice my neck open from ear to ear. He didn’t, obviously . Then each one of them took a lit cigarette and took turns marking my body in various places. They said they were branding me as the whore that I was to them. Once they were done burning me they poured alcohol on me. They mentally tortured me by clicking their lighters over and over in my ears, threatening to set me on fire.”
I took a deep breath and a sip of water. Ronan looked as wiped out as I felt. He had a look of disbelief on his face, and I saw him shake his head more than a few times.
“ My ex’s only flaw in his twisted plan was that I was supposed to be at the event at seven that evening, so when I didn’t show up by eight-thirty my co-worker and friend Brendan came to my house looking for me. Brendan saw me tied up in the chair through my window. He ran in and saved my life. My ex bolted as soon as Brendan rushed through my front door along with the two men I didn’t know. But, his friend Ron stayed and tried to fight. He was no match for him physically because of his inebriated state. Brendan rushed me to the hospital. Before we left my house, he had to dress me because I was indecent, wearing fragments of torn and bloody clothing. I begged him to help me shower and wash the alcohol from my hair. I didn’t think about the rape. I just wanted to be clean. I will never be able to thank Brendan enough. I owe him my life.”
Blowing out a deep breath, Ronan asked, “Are these guys in jail?”
I hung my head and tried to push back the sobs. Ronan would never understand what I was about to share with him. I swallowed hard saying, “No…well yes… Ron and my ex went to jail that night, but it was because they were picked up for drunk driving and drugs. I have no idea about the other two. I heard
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