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Hi all, Thanks for visiting. Please note: This story is going to be very weird. You are reading the ending. I like to confuse my readers.
I remember that day; it was a day like no other. I kicked and screamed, as the man dragged me from my bed. I was scared, nervous and felt helpless. My mother watched, as I screamed for him to stop. I was only young and did not understand what was happening. The man took me to his car and promised not to hurt me. He seemed to know a lot about me. He new my name was Holly and new I had a fear of being alone with strangers. He restrained me to my seat and began to drive off. My mother watched from the window. Has she betrayed me? Why is she not helping? These were the thoughts rushing through my head, faster then a strike of lightning. The man looked at me with his dark, evil eyes. "Wipe away your tears" he whispered to me "we are going to have so much fun together". We drove for hours. My eyes were red raw and I could no longer feel the tears running down my face. The car took a sharp turn right, he almost drove off of the road, as if this was an unfamiliar track. He drove deep into the bush, of Wallaru creek. We drove down a dirt road, for at least five kilometers. We arrived at a large house; it was three stories high, with the old wooden window covers. The house was black and white. I had no doubt in my mind that it was haunted. It was surrounded by trees and had a large dam by the side. The moon was bright; my eyes were closed tight, as my worst fears entered my head. The man untied me and dragged me inside the three story house. I thought to myself. Did my mother call the police? Was help on the way? He entered his key, and unlocked the door. The door slowly crept open. The main entrance was cold, and covered in spider webs. He flicked the light switch on, the room remained dark. The power was out. He pulled me up the stairs to a large bedroom. He threw me on the bed, and demanded me to take off my clothes. I denied his request. He screamed "take off your clothes". He made me nervous, but my answer remained no. He slapped me in the face, and then pushed me onto the bed. I was confused. What was he going to do? He held my body down tight, and began to undress me. I tried to fight him off, but he was to strong. The tears started to flow again, as I screamed in pain. I had no choice, but to continue allowing him to assault me. I felt useless. I was unable to take control of this event. This man raped me.
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