Two years after the first rape case, I have another rape case. I was processing my admission into the university, and I wanted to work by all means. So I got an offer from a chef. He owns a small fast food outlet and gets contracts to cook. So I and a colleague join him when he gets contracts and pays us per job.
This day, he got a job, and he called as usual. I didn't know my colleague wasn't going to come. So I went as usual. On getting to his house, where we cook, my colleague wasn't around. I asked about her, and he said she was coming. We were inside cutting veggies for fried rice, so I was asked to go pick up some ingredients in the room because he stores some in his room and he lives with his parents.
I went to the room, bent to pick up the ingredients under his wardrobe as usual, and I was suddenly pulled. Not knowing what was going on, I saw that he was looking at me and smiling. I was on the floor, and at that point, the long-gone pain came back. I was scared and shaking. What he said next was to calm down. I won't hurt you; it's just going to be short. I became confused, and he said he wasn't going to force me and started dragging me on the floor. Then he said, We don't need the bed since it's short. I wish I had died at that time, because I don't want to go through that trauma again. I started screaming from past pain and the one that was to come. Then I started fighting. He tore my pants, then gripped my arms so tight. The pain was great. I tried using my leg to fight, but he kept his way straight for a long period of time. I was just screaming; there was no one to help.
He stood up when he was done, and I was just on the floor, wishing my life had left me at that time. I hated myself. The hate was great. Why me the second time?
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