Chapter 2

My Destruction Begins...

The waiting was the hardest part. After my rape and assault behind the bar in the alley and the filth, I was in constant fear. I woke up crying, shaking, and soaked in sweat and juices. Every night resulted in guilty masturbations and self loathing. I saw him and his dark figure abusing me when I closed my eyes. He was everywhere, always just out of the corner of my eye, as the days counted down. He said it would be one week, and I was popping my meds like candy to keep my anxiety down. They didn’t help.

Finally the night came and I dressed in just a t-shirt as he had ruined my clothes last time. Twice that night I had to bolt to the toilet to dry heave, the weight of it all crushing down on my chest, every creak of the house sending excitement and terror through me. But, slowly, hour by hour, the night dragged on and at some point, I passed out from exhaustion, both physical and mental. I woke the next morning, confused and strangely feeling rejected. How crazy is that? Rejected by your robber and rapist and feeling bad for it.

Later, when I came home from shopping, I found that perhaps I hadn’t been so much rejected as spared. In the mailbox, left sometime after I had checked the mail from the day before, an envelope had been left to me. It contained my cards and ID. The cards had been cancelled quickly, so they were useless to me anyway, but the ID was nice to have back. The card had only been used once the night I had been raped. A small tool store, but I heard nothing back from the bank regarding it.

So soon, with the end of the school year approaching I went back to focusing on my classes and finals. Nothing existed but them most days. Yes, the odd sound or movement out of the corner of my eye would make me shudder, but each day, things receded to the past. Fear went the way of daily monotony and grind, as finals passed and the school year ended. I would need to work for the summer and had a job lined up, and it would be nice to have a break from everything.

About a month later, I came home, tossed my purse down by the chair and slowly stripped, heading to the shower. I had barely been in it for a minute, enjoying the heat washing down my body when the curtain was ripped open. I stared dumbfounded at my rapist as he sneered at me and I barely reacted as he grabbed my wet hair and jerked me out of the shower. I slipped and hit the toilet hard, my hair almost ripping out as he jerked me forward on the cold hard tile, dropping me to the floor. I whimpered, already sobbing pathetically.

“Surprise you stupid bitch. How was the waiting? Were you terrified? Were you wet?” he asked as he spun me around and shoved three fingers deep into my soaked cunt. “Wet, you’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” I could only sob and nod my head, my body aching from the fall as he hooked his fingers inside me. I was exposed in my own bathroom, by a man who had likely been watching me for a month. Waiting patiently for me to let my guard down and assume it was all over. Now I feared it may never be over. I then screamed a muffled scream as he shoved his thumb in my ass and he dug his fingers and their nails into my soft walls and shoved me over to the toilet. He shoved my head in and his fingers left my cunt and instead were shoved brutally back in my ass, 3 of them at least as I screamed and choked on cold toilet water, bubbles escaping around my mouth. Just twisting and torturing my ass as I swallowed toilet water in a desperate bid to breathe. Finally he jerked me out of the toilet, throwing me hard against the tile as I slid and hit the wall hard, holding my head and retching up the water. “I bought you a present by the way,” he calmly said as I cried and coughed. “Well, more like you bought it, since I used your money. Call it a parting gift.”