I was bent over, my hair hanging lank around my face, looking down at this man's newly ruined shoes. I heard him take in a deep breath, slowly releasing it. I could see that he as clenching his fists, I could also tell that he wanted to beat the shit out of me. I think he didn't for fear of me throwing up on him even more.

The two men holding me, jerked my arms back violently, making me hiss in pain. I guess that was my cue to straighten up.

"Bring her upstairs and get her fucking changed." He said through clenched teeth, his face was void of all emotion, but his eyes were glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd be 6 feet under. I didn't really understand why I had to be changed, what was wrong with what I was wearing?

The two men on either side of me grabbed me by the arms and hoisted me up into the air, like I weighed nothing more then a book. I don't know why, but this thought pissed me off so much. My feet couldn't even touch the ground, far from it actually.

"I can fucking walk you know, dipshits." Almost at once, they dropped me. Actually, it was more like they pushed me down, making me land on my ankle awkwardly, making me yell out from the pain that was now pulsing through my entire leg. Wow, I really need to learn to keep my mouth shout.

As they continued on, leaving me behind, I knew that if I didn't follow, I'd be in a lot more pain. So what did I do? I got up, ignoring the pain in my ankle, and limped towards the room that they had just entered. Even though I didn't know what was going to happen in there, I knew it wouldn't be good. As I entered, they both got up from the bed.

The tallest, lankiest one, just stood there, smirking, as if he knew that I was going to rebel. The larger man, with black spiky hair and a nose ring, walked over to me.

"Get undressed." He bent down to whisper in my ear, giving me chills. Now these weren't the romantic OMG he's so sexy chills, no no no, these were the OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M ABOUT TO BE RAPED Y TWO MEN, chills. I just stared up at this man with horror etched onto my face. "Sweetheart, you have two fucking seconds, before I do it myself." He said, though this time with more menace.

Deep within me I could hear my inner body. My Mind was telling me to get a fucking move on it, but my body was frozen on the spot. I was brought back to reality when I felt hands on me. In one swift motion, he took off my jacket, then moving to unbutton my cardigan and my blouse underneath.

Silently I started shaking, nervous habit of mine. Internally I was praying for a god that I knew didn't exist, praying that someone would just come and save me. I hadn't even realized that I had been staring into space. I felt bile rise up in my throat when I felt the trickle of fingers trickling against my stomach.

He ran his hand up and down my body, lingering in places that he really shouldn't be lingering. Once he had "successfully" taken my shirt off, he moved downwards to take off my skirt. I slowly closed my eyes and let a silent, lone tear trail down my cheek. I tried thinking about something else, thinking about being somewhere different. I imagined that I was curled up in my bed, a fire glowing in the fire place and Sweeney Todd playing on the TV, just like I had planned to do when I got home. Reality crashed back around me when I heard the distinct zip of a zipper being pulled down. This is it, I'm actually going to get raped and there's nothing I can do about it.