Kas_Can_Fly
Diamond Member
I didn't fight much, I was too shocked to know what was happening and had no way of escape, when I struggled mildly I was hit. When I struggled again, I was hit hard. When I got fed up of letting them do what they wanted again and again - I tried refusing, I got drugged so I couldn't move, but was still aware. When I actively hid and avoided the situation they made a game of it and hunted me with a machete, then raped me with that against my throat and drugged me. If I zoned out, I was slapped around or the machete was pushed closer to my skin. I didn't try hard enough to not let it happen in the first place or at any point after, I was too scared, I let it happen again and again and didn't know what to do to make it stop. Yet each day I went to school and eventually was allowed to go home occasionally, I was convinced that there was nothing I could do, no way to make it stop and if I tried to tell anyone not only would I and/or they be killed, they wouldn't believe me. I believed the man with machete and the drugs because he scared me, but more than him, I believed my father - aren't you supposed to trust your parents?