They were all drunk but still a little bit conscious. I asked where they were coming from and i asked Desmond if his friends were going to sleep over. He replied me with a silly drunk smile and collapsed on the sofa. They all looked helpless in their drunken nature. I prepare a hangover soup and laid it before them to eat, and then I went to wash up for bed. I felt a hand under my blanket trying to make its way into my pants. I jerked up and before I could scream, a strong hand covered my mouth tightly that i couldn’t muffle words out.
Another pair of hands held me firmly to the bed while another grabbed the blankets from my body. I struggled and struggled but my strength was no match for them. I struggled till I became weak. Desmond was the first to rape me, and he did so laughing devilishly. Then his friends took turns tasting my sweetness. They grabbed me with no iota of gentleness.
I looked at Desmond and all he could do was sit on the couch and jerk himself off while he watched his friends take advantage of me. “Get yourself cleaned up and i must not hear a word of what happened, or else you go dig your grave before you begin spreading words.” With that they all laughed and walked out the door, the house. I picked myself up, called the hospital and told them to send an ambulance. After several tests, i was diagnosed with a miscarriage, a shifted womb and a damaged uterus.
The effect of the gang rape was heavy on me. I couldn’t even stand a chance to cry because my tear gland had dried up. What did i do to Desmond to have made him do this to me? Well. Here i am now, with so much hatred for men and anything associating with the masculine gender. I detest anything that looks like or have a similar resemblance to the word LOVE.
I’ve learnt to live the hard way and I’m growing to accept it.And yes, you, Andrew. I know you love me, but then i doubt I’ll ever come close to dating or s*x again. I’m embracing feminism, undergoing series of HIV treatments, and beginning to find pleasure in my girl folks.