He will pay for this


    I can’t count how many of them hold my body. I don’t know how many of them enter my body hole. I


    never thought because at these times I was so helpless. They did everything for me. They


    desecrated my body. But I had nothing to reach.


    “MOVE YOUR HIPS, MISS! YOU ARE SEXY!” The man pped my ass while he doggy-style on


    me. No tears came out of my eyes. My heart became cold. I couldn’t see their faces because of the


    dark alley. The clothes I was wearing were torn. My knee hurts too because they’ve been like this


    for almost two hours.


    “How can I enjoy it if you just focus on the dick that enters your p*ssy? What about your mouth?”


    The guy in front pped me hard, but I did not move my mouth even though his dick was already in


    my mouth.


    “HAHAHAHAHAHA! Man! Looked at the woman we picked up. Not even crying, moaning, or


    shouting. Do you seem to like what we do?” The third man who was just standing while


    masturbating yanked my face. He squeezed my cheeks tightly and his fingers were already digging


    into my cheek.


    Lord, if this is your way for me to know where the purpose of my life is. Don’t just show me the


    direction. I don’t know why of all the bad people in the world, why do I have to feel this way? Why


    does heaven seem to be punishing me?


    I don’t know when they ended up disgusting me. As far as I know, the sun is peeking out. I didn’t get


    up; I let my body lie down in the smelly and dirty alley. When they left, I just let out all the anger. I


    cried in anger and pain. But even if tears flow, resentment will never go away. I thought it was time


    for me to die of the agony, but no ...


    I woke up in a cold room. As I rolled my eyes around, I saw Stanley sleeping on the side of the


    hospital bed. He was bowing over so I could not see his face. How did he find me? I could not move


    my hand due to extreme weakness. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t. Even though I wanted to


    call him, nothing came out of my mouth. All I could do was open my mouth. Even the air does not


    come out.


    When I raised my finger, I woke him up. Because maybe the room was quiet and he was leaning on


    the bed, he felt even just a simple movement. He looked tired and still drowsy, but when he saw me


    awake, earlier, he got up from his seat. The chair rang loudly as he wondered what to do. Whether


    he would take the food that was on the hospital side table or ring the object attached to the wall to


    notify the nurses. If maybe it was still the same as before, I might haveughed. But now I feel


    nothing. I think my heart turned to stone.


    “Why am I here?” My voice finallyes out. My throat was very dry earlier but even after speaking


    it was still shaky. Hoarse and unrecognizable voice. I also want to ask for water because I can no


    longer remember when Ist drank.


    “Suddenly someone called me. They said they saw my calling card in the suitcase you were


    carrying. They apologize that they suddenly opened your luggage and rummage about your


    belongings.” He is now taking water and giving it to me. I quickly swallowed it and signaled for


    another one.


    “Oh ... Right.” Iy down again and peeked at the ss wall. I stopped looking at him because he


    was on the left side while the ss wall was on the right. Right ... Even though I don’t want to worry


    about what happened, it stilles back to my memory. Even losing consciousness, I pulled so


    hard the dextrose that had stuck in me I didn’t know what for. Because it looked like a private room,


    I immediately saw the bathroom.


    “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He walked quickly to the right ce to stop me but I pushed him even


    though I didn’t have any force. He also didn’t stop me from doing what I was going to do. I


    immediately went to the bathroom and saw the shower.


    Although the bathroom is small, it has a shower. I open the shower and then sat on the floor. Even


    though I was still wearing hospital cloth, I didn’t care anymore. When Stanley realized what I was


    going to do, he couldn’t speak. Even he was pitifully looking at me. I sniffed, then felt the cold flow of


    water. He squats in front of me. He hugged me tightly and his clothes were already wet. There I


    wept aloud. It seems like I haven’t cried for a year because of that power. The intensity of my crying


    became more dominant because it echoed in the bathroom.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “I don’t know why he punishes me like this. I don’t want to question his n for me, but why me?” I


    don’t want to me God, but anyone who gets into my situation will question his ability. I punched


    Stanley in the back as he hugged me. I couldn’t help but hurt him and punch his body because he


    was blocking me. I could not do it with mine.


    He didn’t say a word, but I continued as I remembered what the man said I thought would stay by


    my side. “And ... he said, I will never experience the things I experienced ... but why? Why did he


    throw me ...” The air stuck in my throat so I could hardly breathe. To add more, the cold water.


    “Ssshhh.” That was all he could say.


    “He will pay for this. They will.” I bitterly red at the wall.