Anonymous Story: Scared of What?

My dad couldn’t take me to the hospital for a check-up. I went to a trusted friend’s house. I was in SS1 while he was in SS3. I asked him to escort me to the hospital. He asked me to go wait inside in the living room because he was washing clothes outside. And asked me if I needed a drink, I said no. Somehow, I didn’t want to go in and I don’t know why, I declined.

He playfully dragged me into the house and asked me to relax on one of the chairs. I did. He left the house to go complete his washing or so I thought. Not knowing the bastard and idiot of a human being went to buy a condom. He got into the house afterward and asked me why I didn’t want to enter and if I was scared… I acted so cool like “scared of what?” at all oooo…

In my very eyes, he locked the door. Showed me a condom and asked if I had used it before. I said no! So, he said I should follow him to his room and I refused. He threatened to gang-rape me with his friends or cooperate with him. I entered his room in tears. I said, so finally I’d lose my virginity. My different male cousins and uncles have been molesting me since 5yrs old, touching me in all places, and sucking me, including one aunt of mine.

So, I’d finally lose my virginity?

In tears, I pleaded. Nothing changed.

I took off my clothes as ordered by the bastard and he asked me to do doggy style. I wasn’t wet, and he inserted his penis in me and asked me if I enjoyed it? He was forcing me to moan. I was in pain, how should I do that? I can still remember everything I wore that day. A milk-coloured trousers and a red top. Mtchew… I was in tears while he was busy with me. He said I have a good body and he couldn’t believe I wasn’t having sex.

Even as I am typing, I am crying… I am fucking crying.

He left me because he got tired. I couldn’t walk properly and the condom was bloody. This trend makes me hate men, makes me hate how much women have been tortured and still end up being blamed. I have a loving boyfriend, a loving father, a loving brother, and some male friends. If not for them, I would have hated the entire male gender.

After the rape in 2005, I tried having sex once in my life in 2008. I decided to remain without sex till marriage. And I am enjoying every bit of the wait. But if anyone tries to rape me again like one almost did last year, I am ready to kill him. I need a hug.

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