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- Jul 5, 2009
This was inspired by phtlc's story, My First Rape.
I hadn't lived in the area for a week before I hated it. The school I had to go to required stupid uniforms that looked like one of those cheap Catholic porn suits. It made me hate my father a little more for moving us here. I had friends back home, unlike this redneck hell hole. It always seemed to smell of swamp or beet no matter where I found herself. Except today.
I had no idea where she was. Some local drunk told me there was a decent cut through from the convenience to the neighborhood through this wooded area. I had decided to walk home from school since the weather was nice and some asshole jock-type kept hitting on me while on the bus. That douche had the nerve to grope me, but I set that idiot's nuts straight. But this place wasn't all what was told to me.
There wasn't a fucking path that snaked about. It looked like some idiot rode a 4X4 through there on a muddy day. My school shoes were dangerously close to being messed up with the various rocks and logs strewn about. Mother fucking logs. I remember shaking my head and reminded myself to never listen to another damn hick in this dump. But I remembered that we're only spending the rest of the year here.
And then a noise came from behind me. Half expecting a bear or some scary beast, a man collided into me, slamming my thin body to the ground. The air in my lungs, that I was about to use for screaming, was forced from my body in a pitiful note. In shock, I began to grab my guts as they ached awfully. Why was this man attacking me? What did I do?
But this guy stopped me. He put his hand over my mouth and I could barely breathe. I could feel him dragging me off that non-existent path. I wasn't sure how far he was going to take me, but being unable to breathe made it hard to fight back. He then threw me onto the ground a lot harder that I had expected, but he was on top of me before i could raise my hands.
Then I knew what was going on. This man was going to kill me. He grabbed my shirt and tore it forcefully from my chest. I could hear the plastic buttons hit the dry leaves as a light sprinkle. But as he ripped my bra, I could feel my chest again and tried to breathe. It came a little labored, but I had to try and do something. I didn't want to die! Not then! Not for a while, at least.
Before I could do anything, he had already removed my underwear and shoved them in my mouth. I reached up to pull them out, but he grabbed my hands and used my broken bra like cruel restraints. It was now that I wished to die. The moment he spit on his hand. I wanted rather to die than to suffer at the end of his dick. I remember him slamming it into my vagina. It felt like someone cut me with a handful of knives at once. But his dick ruined the one good thing about myself. I wanted to save myself for my future husband, but now all that effort was stolen from me.
With my breath back, I cried out as loud as I could, but it only seemed so quite with my underwear in my mouth. Helpless and hoping he would kill me afterward, I only screamed a few more times. I knew it was futile by this point. It seemed like the cries left my mouth when he would stick himself all the way in. He was too big and I could feel the blood all over my groin. But through the tears, I could see the crazed look in his face. He was a sad lonely creature, but that frustration didn't need to be taken out on me.
I finally gave up, resigned to die any moment now. He started to fuck me harder and it made me cry out a bit, but I remember screaming as he came in me. Not only did I lose my virginity to this monster, but now, if I lived, I would have to suffer what ever diseases this freak carried and possible worry about abortion. I had never wished to die so badly in my life.
He laid on me for a little while and I couldn't fight back. He was too strong and I was too weak. I was always too weak. And look where it got me? I couldn't form any thoughts except for dying. When hey got off of me, I remember sobbing really hard. I knew he was going to kill me then. I didn't bother looking at him, but I knew he was there. I didn't know what was going on, but it was quiet after he got dressed.
I remember his feet carrying him away as I laid there crying. I think I was there a few hours before I could move again. And I was surprised to be alive. I didn't want to be, but it was a shock. After stumbling back to that store where that creep gave me bad directions, the cops were called. I told them what I could while I was taken to the hospital for tests.
That was a week ago. I haven't been to school. No one seems to care. My dad is too busy to press charges and mom is too worried that her image would be ruined at work if she had to deal with this. What worthless parents I have. And I can see the reason why I was their only child. They never have time for each other except on rare occasions and never a moment for me. Well fuck those two. I hate you Mom. I hate you more, Dad. I hate what you've done in my life and what you've forgotten to do. I hope you both suffer and mourn for ages after this. I'm done with this world and the bullshit you put me through.
By the time you get this, you should be staring at my dead body. I hope you enjoy the view. It's your soiled dove. Fuck you both. Enjoy cleaning this mess up. I hope it scars you till you rot.
--Jessica
I hadn't lived in the area for a week before I hated it. The school I had to go to required stupid uniforms that looked like one of those cheap Catholic porn suits. It made me hate my father a little more for moving us here. I had friends back home, unlike this redneck hell hole. It always seemed to smell of swamp or beet no matter where I found herself. Except today.
I had no idea where she was. Some local drunk told me there was a decent cut through from the convenience to the neighborhood through this wooded area. I had decided to walk home from school since the weather was nice and some asshole jock-type kept hitting on me while on the bus. That douche had the nerve to grope me, but I set that idiot's nuts straight. But this place wasn't all what was told to me.
There wasn't a fucking path that snaked about. It looked like some idiot rode a 4X4 through there on a muddy day. My school shoes were dangerously close to being messed up with the various rocks and logs strewn about. Mother fucking logs. I remember shaking my head and reminded myself to never listen to another damn hick in this dump. But I remembered that we're only spending the rest of the year here.
And then a noise came from behind me. Half expecting a bear or some scary beast, a man collided into me, slamming my thin body to the ground. The air in my lungs, that I was about to use for screaming, was forced from my body in a pitiful note. In shock, I began to grab my guts as they ached awfully. Why was this man attacking me? What did I do?
But this guy stopped me. He put his hand over my mouth and I could barely breathe. I could feel him dragging me off that non-existent path. I wasn't sure how far he was going to take me, but being unable to breathe made it hard to fight back. He then threw me onto the ground a lot harder that I had expected, but he was on top of me before i could raise my hands.
Then I knew what was going on. This man was going to kill me. He grabbed my shirt and tore it forcefully from my chest. I could hear the plastic buttons hit the dry leaves as a light sprinkle. But as he ripped my bra, I could feel my chest again and tried to breathe. It came a little labored, but I had to try and do something. I didn't want to die! Not then! Not for a while, at least.
Before I could do anything, he had already removed my underwear and shoved them in my mouth. I reached up to pull them out, but he grabbed my hands and used my broken bra like cruel restraints. It was now that I wished to die. The moment he spit on his hand. I wanted rather to die than to suffer at the end of his dick. I remember him slamming it into my vagina. It felt like someone cut me with a handful of knives at once. But his dick ruined the one good thing about myself. I wanted to save myself for my future husband, but now all that effort was stolen from me.
With my breath back, I cried out as loud as I could, but it only seemed so quite with my underwear in my mouth. Helpless and hoping he would kill me afterward, I only screamed a few more times. I knew it was futile by this point. It seemed like the cries left my mouth when he would stick himself all the way in. He was too big and I could feel the blood all over my groin. But through the tears, I could see the crazed look in his face. He was a sad lonely creature, but that frustration didn't need to be taken out on me.
I finally gave up, resigned to die any moment now. He started to fuck me harder and it made me cry out a bit, but I remember screaming as he came in me. Not only did I lose my virginity to this monster, but now, if I lived, I would have to suffer what ever diseases this freak carried and possible worry about abortion. I had never wished to die so badly in my life.
He laid on me for a little while and I couldn't fight back. He was too strong and I was too weak. I was always too weak. And look where it got me? I couldn't form any thoughts except for dying. When hey got off of me, I remember sobbing really hard. I knew he was going to kill me then. I didn't bother looking at him, but I knew he was there. I didn't know what was going on, but it was quiet after he got dressed.
I remember his feet carrying him away as I laid there crying. I think I was there a few hours before I could move again. And I was surprised to be alive. I didn't want to be, but it was a shock. After stumbling back to that store where that creep gave me bad directions, the cops were called. I told them what I could while I was taken to the hospital for tests.
That was a week ago. I haven't been to school. No one seems to care. My dad is too busy to press charges and mom is too worried that her image would be ruined at work if she had to deal with this. What worthless parents I have. And I can see the reason why I was their only child. They never have time for each other except on rare occasions and never a moment for me. Well fuck those two. I hate you Mom. I hate you more, Dad. I hate what you've done in my life and what you've forgotten to do. I hope you both suffer and mourn for ages after this. I'm done with this world and the bullshit you put me through.
By the time you get this, you should be staring at my dead body. I hope you enjoy the view. It's your soiled dove. Fuck you both. Enjoy cleaning this mess up. I hope it scars you till you rot.
--Jessica
