rape rooms
Okay. Here goes. I was raped. There! I finally said it! That is the first time I have used the word " rape" to describe what happened to me. Oh, I KNEW I had been raped, but it was still hard to SAY it. I had always thought that it just COULDN'T happen to me, you know? Oh, no. Not to me. That's what I thought, anyway. That's what I thought until the night my nice, safe little world was shattered.
It was a Friday night last April. I left work at five o'clock after a long, hectic week, tired and worn out. I decided to stay home, have a light dinner, read a little and then go to bed early. That was all I wanted. A quiet night at home.
I reached my apartment around five-thirty. After checking my answering machine, I went to the bedroom, kicked off my high heels and put my purse away. I then went to the kitchen and poured a glass of Merlot to sip while I prepared dinner. After eating a small grilled chicken breast and tossed salad, I took a long, hot bath. I spent quite some time soaking in the tub, just letting the tension drain from my body. Following my bath, I slipped into a white baby doll nigh tie, poured another Merlot, and curled up in the arm chair in the living room with a good book. I read till around ten o'clock, and then decided to go to bed.
Back then, I would normally have no trouble going to sleep, and that night was no different. I drifted off within minutes of curling up in bed. I have no idea how long I had been asleep or what time it was when I was so suddenly awakened. It was too dark to see anything. I was confused and disoriented. It took me a second to realize that someone had jumped on top of me. The absolute terror I felt at that moment was indescribable!
I was pinned to the bed, a hand covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. I tried to fight, but my wrists were grabbed and held together. I felt a rope looped around my wrists and pulled tight. My arms were pulled above my head and the other end of the rope was tied to the headboard.
The one on top of me took his hand away from my mouth. As I tried to scream, he stuffed a large ball of cloth into my mouth. He then forced a length of cloth between my teeth, wrapped it around my head, and tied it off. The gag was crude, but effective. He then used a second length of cloth to blindfold me.
At the same time the first one was gagging me, the second one, despite my kicking, looped a rope around my right ankle and tied it to the bedpost. He then repeated the process with my left ankle and the opposite bedpost. I was now completely helpless, tied spread-eagled to my own bed! Do any of you know what that feels like? I mean being totally helpless? If you don't, believe me, you NEVER want to find out!
The one who had been on top of me climbed off the bed. I heard a light switch being thrown and could just detect a lightening of the darkness behind the blindfold. My entire body was trembling with fear as I listened to them rummaging through the apartment. I prayed to God that this was just a robbery, that they would take what they wanted and leave me alone. I guess God wasn't listening that night. Must have had something better to do.
I heard one of them come back into the bedroom and felt him sit on the edge of the bed. The situation would have been terrifying enough without the blindfold. Not being able to see made it even worse. I jumped as I felt his hand touch my leg. As he began rubbing the inside of my thigh, I tried to pull away, but couldn't. The ropes held me tight. I whimpered into the gag as his hand moved up to my crotch. He began fondling me through the silk of my panties. His other hand went to my breast, squeezing and rubbing it. Can you imagine what it feels like emotionally to be abused like that? Scared, helpless, frustrated. It makes you feel sick, like you want to vomit.
He took his hands off of me, but I could still feel him sitting on the bed. I heard a metallic click, and then something cold touched my cheek. My blood ran cold as I realized that it was the blade of a knife that was tracing a path down my cheek and along my throat. I froze, not daring to move a muscle, but I couldn't control the trembling that shook my body.