CONTENT WARNING: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic descriptions of rape and violence. If this topic is a trigger for you, please go elsewhere.

  I remember.

  It was a Friday afternoon, and school had just let out. I was walking home when a black SUV pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, and a man inside the car asked me if I wanted a ride.

  I told him no thank you, but he insisted, saying it was raining, and it was cold outside.

  I told him no again, but instead of driving off, the man jumped out of the car and grabbed me.

  He held a knife to my throat. He told me that if I screamed, he would kill me...

  We drove for what felt like hours, but it was probably only minutes. We ended up in a field. The man pulled me out of the car, dragged me to a barn, and threw me on the ground.

  I begged him not to hurt me, but he just laughed.

  "Don't worry," he said. "I'll take care of you."

  The man then tied me up and that's when it all began.

  I remember.

  The sound of rain falling on a tin roof. The smell of wet soil after the rain. The feeling of cold air on my naked skin. The dampness in my hair.

  I remember.

  He was so strong, holding me down. So powerful, crushing my bones. His voice, low and gravelly, telling me to shut up or he'd kill me. I remember the pain. It felt like he was ripping me open. I could feel blood running from between my legs as he violated me from behind.

  It was the first time a man forced himself on me. The first time I was violated and broken. I never thought such evil existed in this world. How could it? How could any man be so heartless?

  I was scared, shaking, sobbing. I begged him to stop. He only laughed as he continued thrusting into me, tearing my body apart.

  "Shut up," he said. "Don't be such a bitch."

  Then he slapped me. The shock of the hit was enough to stun me. I went silent. I didn't move. I just laid there in the dirt beneath the tin roof, feeling the warmth of the blood between my legs. Feeling him moving inside of me. It was a nightmare. One that I couldn't wake up from.

  "This is what you get for being a girl," he growled. "This is what you deserve. Now lie there and take it."

  "Please," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, stop."

  But he didn't.

  The rain started to fall again. I could hear the drops pattering on the roof, making soft tapping sounds. It was a gentle sound, one that seemed so out of place. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on it, trying to drown out the sound of his grunting, the sound of his body slapping against mine, anything to take me away from the horrors of this moment.

  "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "You like that, don't you?"

  I didn't answer. I couldn't. It hurt too much.

  "You're gonna take this dick," he growled. "You're gonna take all of it, and you're gonna tell me you like it. Do you understand?"

  I could feel him pulling on my hair, jerking my head back.

  "Do you understand?" he said, louder this time to my ears.

  "Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please, just let me go!"

  "Answer me," he hissed, his hot breath on my ear. "Tell me you like it."

  I couldn't. I couldn't tell him I liked it. I hated it. I hated every second of it.

  "You stupid fucking bitch," he spat, letting go of my hair.

  I collapsed to the ground, my body trembling, sobbing uncontrollably.

  "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he said as he pulled my head up by my hair again. "Isn't it?"

  "No," I choked. "Please..."

  He slapped me across the face, the force of the blow knocking me to the ground again.

  "This is what you're good for," he snarled. "Nothing but a hole for me to fuck."

  He continued to assault me, using my body, my hair, my face, my mouth, my ass. I was nothing but a thing to him. An object. A toy. Something to be used and thrown away.

  I remember.

  The rain continued to fall, the sound of the drops hitting the tin roof like a metronome, steady and unrelenting.

  He came inside of me. Twice. His body convulsing, his hands gripping my shoulders. I could feel his seed spilling out of me, mixing with my blood, pooling on the dirt beneath me. I was numb, broken. I couldn't move.

  "That's a good girl," he murmured, panting. "That's a good girl. You take that cum."

  I never thought anyone could be so cruel. I never thought someone could treat another human being so violently. I never thought a person could be so full of hate.

  I laid there on the ground, listening to the rain. My body was broken, my spirit shattered. I didn't know how I would ever recover from this. How could anyone?

  "Look at all that cum," he said, laughing. "You're a fucking mess."

  He wiped himself off on my clothes, then zipped up his pants.

  "Get up," he said.

  I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond. It was as if I was paralyzed, stuck in this horrible moment forever. The only thing I could feel was the rain on my skin and the thick warm cum running out of me.

  "Get the fuck up," he shouted.

  He kicked me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the pain I was already feeling.

  "Fucking worthless," he muttered. "Should've just killed you."

  He kicked me again. And again. And again. Each time harder than the last. Each blow was a physical reminder of the damage he'd done to me. To my body. To my mind.

  I remember.

  When he finally stopped, I could hear him breathing heavily, the sound echoing off the tin roof.

  "If you tell anyone about this, I'll come back and fucking kill you," he said. "Do you understand?"

  I didn't answer. I couldn't. My voice was gone.

  "I said, do you understand?" he screamed, kicking me again.

  "Yes," I managed to whisper, my throat raw.

  "Good," he replied, the satisfaction clear in his tone.

  And with that, he turned and walked away. Leaving me alone in the dark, covered in his filth.

  I lay there, listening to the rain, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to think, as the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance.

  As I laid face down and naked in the dirt beneath the barn, the rain continued to fall, washing away the evidence of his crime. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. All I could do was lie there and cry.

  I remember.