Because the stories may all be different, but the pain will always be the same.
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She walked in with a beautiful smile into the dentist's office where he worked as a dentist assistant.
It was the weekend, so no one was there, only him waiting for her to show her around, as he
had promised. She was happy and eager to spend that time with him, even if it was at his workplace.
She really liked him, she liked him so much that since the day she met him, she couldn't stop smiling.
He was older, but she didn't care. They were just friends, good friends, though she had a sweet crush on
him, innocent and pure. He had always treated her delicately and sweetly. He was respectful and used
the most beautiful words on her that would melt her heart. However, some of her friends didn't trust
him, "He looks too good to be true." they would tell her. She however felt blessed by his presence in her life.
As he guided her through the dentist's office, he began " playfully " teasing her.
"You not scared to be here with me alone?" he laughed. "I might be the bad wolf and you little
red riding hood." He laughed louder. She smiled at him and said that nothing scared her. "Ah, really,
nothing?" and smirked. She laughed happily and repeated, "Yes, nothing scares me!".
She just wanted to appear brave. Her innocence and youth didn't allow her to see that at that point his
playfulness, which was something he had never done before, was a warning for her to get out, to get
away, and so she continued exploring the rooms and stopping to read some of the informative posters on
the walls.
Once they had reached one of the back rooms, she suddenly felt her body being pushed hard against
the shelves and his body tightly pressed against her. His hands then began to touch her body.
She began to cry and screamed at him to stop. But he wouldn't. Somehow, she managed to get loose
and tried to reach for the door, but a blow to her face stopped her and sent her across the room, almost
making her lose consciousness. As her head hit the cement floor, everything became a blur and confusion.
Now her petite body trapped between the hard cold cement floor and the brutality of her assaulter
began to tremble uncontrollably as he began to pull her clothes off. She begged him to stop
and repeatedly screamed NO! But her screams were rapidly silenced by his hand strongly
pressed against her face, making it difficult for her to breathe. Every second that passed her body
began to feel weaker and weaker as he continued the assault.
Her whole being became numb as her tears kept running down her face. There was no more strength left
in her. She closed her eyes and wished they never open again. He finally removed his hand from her
face while he was still inside her, and kissing her lips he asked, "I thought you said nothing scared you,
so why are you crying?"... "Isn't this what you wanted?"
The noise from the busy street just outside sounded so far away, even the Tick Tocks from the clock in
the room. Time stood still or moved too slowly. She opened her eyes as he continued and turning her face
to the little light coming from the small window in the room, she continued to silently cry.
She was being robbed of her first beautiful experience, of being touched gently and lovingly
respectfully, and cherished. Now, she lay on a cold floor covered by her tears and the brutality of
his actions.
She walked away that day feeling as if a big part of her had died. She felt pain and shame in every
part of her body that he had touched and kissed and taken by force and without her permission.
She felt ashamed and guilty as if it was her fault for staying alone with him, for trusting him and
believing he was a good man, She was afraid people would blame her and judge her and wouldn't
understand. So she hid her face looking down as she walked down the streets so no one could see
her tears or know her pain. She wanted to disappear and felt dirty. She wanted to peel off her skin to
cleanse herself but she knew that what she was feeling was deeper than just the surface. The horrible
abuse that she had just suffered was now imprinted in the deepest part of her soul and couldn't be
erased or forgotten. It had just become now a very horrible and sad part of her life that she would
be keeping a secret for many years to come.
He walked away and continued life as if nothing ever happened.
NO! means NO!
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