It dawned on me that I was probably never getting out of the God for saken house. I would never be allowed to leave, but I knew that the second I started getting old I was going to be killed off. This thought scared me the most, even more than being possibly raped everyday. The fact was that i knew that eventually I would become numb to the rapings, it my take a while but the numbness was sure to come. The fact was that death would always scare me, no more how quick, or painless it was, I would always be terrified. Death could be lurking in a corner nearby this second and it scared to living daylights out of me.

This Shadows man layed on top of me, crushing my body into the floor. I don't know how long he was lying on me, but he never got out of me. I could feel a steady flow of blood stream down my leg and pool underneath me. I knew he could feel it too, a warm sticky substance was sticking us together like glue. I was getting more and more disgusted with myself as the seconds ticked by. I wanted to shower and crawl into bed. I would fall into a dream filled sleep, and best of all, when I woke up I would be back at home, still in my uniform with Sweeney Todd playing on repeat and a cold mug of Hot Chocolate resting on me bed side table. I was sure this was all a dream. The only question was, when was I going to wake up from this nightmare?

I had almost not even noticed when "Shadows" Hoisted himself up and out of me. It had been so long and it felt like my body lost all of its' circulation from all the pressure that was put on it.

As he got up, I remained on the floor, unsure of what he wanted me to do. As he bustled around the room, light tears ran down my cheeks, slowing drip dropping onto the floor. I was on the show to everyone who walked in. My raping was on the show to everyone, the door was open and anyone could walk in it any moment. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. After much pleading with my body, I gave up and just layed there, in the middle of his room, completely naked, there for anyone to look at. I was a barely 16 year old girl, why was this happening to me! I didn't do anything to anyone to deserve this! I left everyone the fuck alone, I minded my own business, I didn't even have any real friends! Heavy metal boots pounded there way around the room, stopping just before me.

"What the fuck are you waitning for, slut? Get the fuck up!" He screamed at me.

I quickly sat up, glaring up at him, and shouted at him. "I AM NOT A SLUT!" At this, he delivered a swift kick to my ribs, making my slide a little way over. He thudded over to me and kneeled down. He took off the sunglasses that he was wearing, and looked me directly in the eyes.

"Really, Whore? Because you look pretty slutty right now, on display for any of my friends to come get a piece. The fact that you let two guys fuck you, in a row, makes you a real big slut." He said matter- of- factly.

"YOU RAPED ME!" I screamed in his face.

"Babe, it's not rape if you liked it." He said smugly, if he thought I liked that, he was fucked in the head. Of course considering he's almost twice my age, makes him fucked in the head too.

I leaned backwards and quickly came forward, smashing my head into his, then promptly spat in his face. He stumbled backwards. He quickly righted himself and stood up, wiping his face.

"Fine, you wanna play this fucking game? Fine, get up. NOW!" He screamed. I quickly scrambled up, no matter how fearless I seemed, I really wasn't, I was having a heart attack on the inside. My heart was burning with fear and I felt that sensation spread throughout my entire body. He grabbed me by the forearm, squeezing incredibly hard. My skin instantly became red. He dragged me out of the door and through a seemily random hallway. I would soon learn that this was no random hallway, this was the hallway that would lead to my break down. I was about to entire the room that would break me, break me so much that I wouldn't be able to be fixed. As we came to the end of the hallway we were met with a large steel door. Just by the appearance I knew that this would not be good and I immediately started struggling.

I dug my feet into the plush, black carpet, trying to stall the inevitable. My free hand reached towards the one clamped on to my arm like a vice grip. I began to try to pry his fingers up, away from my arm. I would do anything, I was not going in there.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please don't make me go in there!" I sobbed. My breathing began to quicken and I knew what was about to happen. Soon I started to hyperventilate, I was on the verge of a panic attack, this thought alone made me panic even more. We came to a stand still in front of the door. I was having a full blown panic attack now, I couldn't catch my breath and it was scaring me. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
He looked towards me, "What's wrong?" He questioned me, then an instant later, he spoke again. "Oh wait, you see this face," he said pointing up to his face, "This is a face that will never give a fuck."

With those parting words, he wrenched the door open and threw me in. I collapsed on the cold cement floor, breathing heavily. Feeling light headed from the lack of oxygen I soon felt dizzy, closing my eyes just for an instant, turned out to be passing out for a few hours.