7 June 2012
The world around her seemed to swim and her head contained a storm, How could she of fell victim again, her psyche had undergone reform.
Rewinding some hours she played the day through, while her body was tense with pain, She knew there was something wrong with him but assumed paranoia again.
He was charming and sweet, polite to a fault but his faced changed when she spoke of being gay, "I don't believe in all that sexuality nonsense" he spat in an unexpected way.
As quick as his face twisted in disgust, it returned to a charismatic grin,
"Maybe I read it wrong"
she thought, maybe it's me, not him.
The group of friends embraced the new stranger, the girl thought it rude to withdraw, So they all say on benches around the camp fire, While the girl stayed seated on the floor.
Laughter filled the meadow, the girl kept her head in her book, Pondering silently over, the man who held the secret look.
Retiring to her tent, she felt at ease as the zip secured the space, Only two hours later she was up finding a peeing place.
This is when it all started, the nightmare returns she was dragged back to her childhood hell, As the man who made her so anxious was out and about as well.
She didn't see him all at first, mistook him for one of the guys, But when he came through the darkness she saw the evil in his eyes.
"gay you reckon?"
he hissed through his teeth,
"you dirty filthy whore!",
As he walked backwards she tripped on a fallen branch,
"when I'm finished with you, you'll hate cock even more!".
Before she knew it he was there, an earthy soil covered hand on her lips, A rock was digging into her back as the stranger grabbed at her hips.
Her joggers were down the man went in, the girl only put up a minor fight, "What's the point, of fighting back" she thought as she drifted into the night.
She laid there limp, he was rough, tears rolled down her cheek, She looked toward the orange embers, for help her eyes did seek.
"You like this don't you, you filthy cunt, you've not even tried to shout!"
With that the girl tried pushing him off and the stranger did slip out.
The girl saw her chance as he fumbled around trying to reinsert his prick, She slid herself back and screamed the field down while he was still holding his dick.
He was stood between her and the camp, she'd have to go through or around, and this is where our story catches up as the girl heard a thud and went down.
The stranger had picked up the rock she was on, and clouted the girl round' the head. He went white as a sheet looking down at his work as he swore she was nearly dead.
The stranger ran and the girl laid limp, for a minute before opening her eyes. When she did she was sore , bleeding and bruised berating herself with her cries.
Again • Opuss № I