tainted

"What's wrong babe?" 

   "I've got a lot on my mind right now" 

"Come on, relax." 

  "I'm really not in the mood" 

"I can be your distraction"

   "No, I jus..." 

His breath warm on my neck with every gasp he let out.

"No" 

He continued

As I moved away to show him that I was serious

He continued

As I pushed him away, he kept on leaning in.

He continued

His grip tightening and my skin chaving at my futile attempt to get lose. 

"No" 

I said, now sounding more like a plea. 

"Please stop" 

As he became more aggresive, more beastly. 

As if he was possessed. 

I lay there screaming with no sound leaving my mouth.

Instead, tears flowed as I realised what was happening.

Perplexed. 

I spaced out

Thinking about how I had often heard of victims, read their stories and seen the statistics.

But now

I was the victim

This was my story 

and I was the statistic.