WARNING - this story contains descriptions of sex and violence!
This happened last weekend.
I don't usually go out very much but that day I couldn't sleep and had to go to the emergency hospital so I could get some sedatives.
It was about two after midnight.
On my way home, rinding my bike past a park, I heard a scream come out of the public toilet.
I then saw a white car left idling nearby and I got scared and quickly rode away.
The next morning I went to the public toilet and found in there torn stockings and knickers, and somehow one high-heel shoe had been left on the floor.
I wondered what happened but found no story relating to it on the newspaper.
That night I couldn't sleep again and took the sedatives I got from the day before.
And as I just sat in my room doing nothing I started thinking about the last night's incident again.
Looking back that was really stupid of me.
For a reason I can't explain, I found myself in the empty park again.
I was scared to go near the toilet so I just watched it sitting on my bike.
Then it happened.
Suddenly a car stopped behind me and three men got out.
I tried to run away but they dragged me inside their car, and then took me to a place that looked like a warehouse.
It seemed there was some sort of gathering going on in there, and at the further end of the room a naked woman sat crying.
Soon they thrust a towel in my mouth and pushed me to the floor.
And then I was raped by one man after another.
The sedatives soon started taking effect and my memory is hazy about what happened towards the end; but I think it was quite a while before I was released and when I woke up in the morning in my room I felt blood and a huge amount of semen flooding out of my private part.
My stomach still hurts, even now.
I used to have a boyfriend.
But we kept our relationship a secret.
When my boyfriend died of AIDS in June this year all his friends became strangers.
I too stopped seeing him the moment he was admitted into the hospital.
But, probably, I have it too.
Recently I keep having a sympton similar to cold.
Just like my boyfriend when he was alive.
The men who raped me last week have all probably been infected.
They deserve it.
I am still 22.
I want to live more.