by R. K. Star
“No, please, no, just let me go.” I begged.
“Be quiet bitch. I’ll let you go after I finished having my fun.”
John thrusted his penis up my anus again. I knew my sphincter had an open wound and there was even more pain this time.
I wasn’t going to let them have their way with me again, no way. I fought with all my might and one of my hands broke free. I brought my hand up and slammed it into his face—it sent him flying across the alley and he hit the adjacent building.
The rapist that was helping John holding my legs up and apart looked as me in shock and terror. “What the fuck did you just do!” He shouted.
The other rapist holding my hands down let go and slowly backed up.
I could now sit up and he quickly let go of my leg. He was debating in his head if he should knock me unconscious or sprint out of here. I tried to reach out to grab him by the neck and push him off to the side but my arm wasn’t long enough. But I felt a shockwave from my palm that send him backwards and he slammed against the alley wall. I waved my hand towards the opposite side of the alley and he flew towards that wall, smashing into it.
The last rapist standing there looked at me. “Fuck this shit. I’m out of here.”
I look at my palms and made a hysterical squeal. As if pushing someone from behind and made a pushing motion towards him and he smashed into the building’s exterior wall as if he was slung from a rubber band even though I hadn’t touched him.
I looked around shocked from what just happened to me. I felt a throbbing pain below my waist. I check down there and all I saw below my hips is blood. My legs felt weak and my stomach ache as if I had food poisoning. I grabbed my bra but there was no point, it was torn and non-wearable. I slowly slipped on my underwear and pants back on. It took me some time even though I want to pull them up as quickly as I could but every time I tried moving I felt horrible pain. My Shirt was also torn but not all the way. I put it back on and grabbed my bra, I didn’t want any evidence that I was here. I made every attempt to walk normally I felt ashamed for what had happened to me. I knew people would understand but I despised pity. I didn’t want anyone to judge me. I kept looking around and behind me to make sure there was no other perverts around. I felt my cheeks burning and aching, the cool breeze was soothing my skin. Every time I touch my cheek I felt the warmth and tenderness. My cheek felt swollen and puffed up. Once I got to the door I realize I didn’t have the key to enter the apartment building and I walked back without my shoes. My mind started to cool and I started to take everything in properly. I could hear that no one was around. My face was burning from the pain. My vagina and anus was throbbing with pain. My feet aching.
After a short moment, I gather my thoughts. I realized earlier I moved some people around with my hands, no with my mind. I just performed telekinesis, I had psychokinesis. I put it to the test, I place my hand on the keyhole of the deadbolt I could feel the gears and cylinders. I could feel them moving but I didn’t have very good control with it, I was unable to open the door. I tried to feel the thumb turn handle on the opposite side of the door. I took my hands off the keyhole as I felt silly, my hands weren’t doing anything. With my mind, I got a grasp of the thumb turn and turned it ninety degrees until it was vertical and heard a click. I twisted the door knob and the door opened. I closed it behind me to make sure no one could get in behind me. I took the stairs up to my floor I didn’t want to be trapped in an elevator looking the way I did. My bra was in my hand and my faced beaten up. If someone saw me I would have to explain that I was just raped by three creeps. Then they would feel pity and want to help me—no thanks.
I got to my floor and peaked out the door to make sure nobody was in the hallway. I felt my door with my mind again. I unlock the door, then I sprinted across the hallway as quickly as I could tolerate the pain and ran in, locking the door behind me, safe.
Immediately I got into the bathtub and turned on the shower head. I scrubbed myself vigorously with soap over and over again. After the sixth wash my skin has a slight burning sensation. I realized I was scrubbing to hard and the water was too hot. I dried myself off and examined myself, besides my face I didn’t look as bad as I thought. I still felt dirty and contaminated, no amount of scrubbing and soap would take away that feeling.
I grabbed a pen and paper and started jotting down the description of the three rapists, every little detail that came across my mind so they could be identified. The name John kept running across my mind. I picked up the phone pressed 9 but then hesitated, I stopped myself from calling 911. I didn’t want people to know I was raped, I didn’t want people to think I was dirty, more importantly I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me.
Slowly I squirmed and crawled into Danny’s soft bed, it felt so good. I bunched up the quilt and pretended it was Danny and hug him from behind. I found myself unable to sleep and weeping softly. I felt so much pity and sadness for myself, why does this always happen to me. Eventually I felt enough remorse, I didn’t want to cry anymore. I just want to sleep this nightmare away. I took two nighttime sleeping pills and eventually dozed off.
7
First Partition
My bladder was being squeezed, I felt the urgency to relieve myself. I ran to the toilet and pull my sweats down quickly as the urine streamed out, nearly soaking my pajamas. I peeked at the time, it was seven in the morning. I was happy I was able to sleep through the night. I could feel the aching on my feet now that my mind was no longer preoccupied with peeing. My feet were better than yesterday. I looked at the sole of my feet and could see some scratches and cuts but they weren’t too serious. I could also feel a stinging and throbbing it my genital region that caused me pain as I moved.
Above all else, I had to worry if I was going to get pregnant or not since they ejaculated inside me. I was going to go to my local pharmacy to get the morning after pill. I knew the pill worked via three mechanisms: preventing fertilization or prevent the egg from being release or prevent the fertilized egg from attaching to the uterus. I hope the egg didn’t get fertilized as I considered that killing a fetus. But it would be alright with me to kill the fetus in this case. I wouldn’t have the courage to give birth to a child of the man who raped me. I was more worried about being embarrassed when I went to purchase it. Would the cashier automatically assume I’m a whore?
I could have also contracted a series of infections or diseases. I would need to go to a walk-in clinic later today to get examined and possibly some tests but I would have to apply some makeup to cover the bruises on my cheeks.
I had breakfast then went into the shower to scrub myself over and over again as much as I could tolerate the hot water and pain. No matter how much I cleaned myself I felt a sticky film on me, both physically and emotionally. It was a mental aspect I would never be able to get over but possibly suppress with time.
I applied a thick layer of foundation to mask the purple and blue on my cheeks. I checked myself three times in the mirror before having the courage to step outside. Even though I could see no sign of trauma on my face I felt people were staring at me as they past. I felt they could see something I couldn’t. I wanted to turn around and hide back in my apartment but I forced my legs forward to the medical clinic.
“Layana Nito.” A woman wearing a white lab coat standing in the hallway called.
“Hello.” I responded from the waiting area.
“Follow me,” she said as she led me down the small hallway into a room. “Have a seat here,” she pointed to the chair.
I sat on the chair as directed to.
“Dr. Johnson will see you in a moment.”
John, John the rapist! Images flashed into my mind and I fought to keep myself together.
“What brings you in today?” She looked at me, pen ready to scribble.
I hesitated for a moment, I didn’t want to say I was raped last night but I didn’t come up with a cover story. “I, um, I want to um, I mean I.”
She looked at
me impatiently, now tapping the back end of her clipboard.
Without anything better to say I blurted out the first the that came to my mind. “I had multiple sexual partners recently and I want to see if I have any problems.” My face blushed bright red immediately.
“I’m going to close the door, when I leave take off all your clothes including underwear and put on this gown. When Dr. Johnson is ready he will knock on the door and ask if you’re finished changing.” She placed the clipboard into the holder attached to the door.
She left and closed the door behind her. Still feeling embarrassed even though I had no reason to, I couldn’t stop myself from blushing. I removed all my clothing. It felt really awkward to remove my bra and underwear and stand completely naked, for some reason I felt dirty as if I was a stripper or something. I quickly folded my clothes neatly and place them on the chair and placed the gown on and sat on the examination table. My backside was completely exposed.
A few moments later I heard a couple of knocks on the door. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I responded
A middle age man walked in. “Hello I’m Dr. Johnson.”
“Hello.”
“You want a vaginal examination for sexually transmitted infections?”
“Anal too,” I blurted out. I could feel the heat on my cheeks again.
He looked up a little shocked from my bluntness and I felt incredibly embarrassed. “Is this your first STD exam?”
“Yes,” I nodded softly.
He did a physical and pelvic examination first. “Your anal and vaginal opening has some tears but no clinical signs of sexually transmitted disease. Many sexually transmitted diseases have no symptoms but that doesn’t mean you don’t have the disease. The time frame require after infection of the STD is different for each bacteria or virus. Some require testing after one week and some after months.”
Damn those rapists, they are ruining my life.
“Next I’m going to take some swabs as samples to send for testing.” He stuck a swab in certain places and also took an oral sample.
“Go to the washroom and pee into this cup then bring it to the lab tech who well tell you where to place it, give her this form and she will take a blood sample.” He handed me a plastic container for the urine labelled with my name and chart number, then he gave me a small form indicating what tests were to be done with my blood.
I didn’t have insurance so I had to pay the fees up front. The more I thought about it, the fire inside me burned again and I could feel the anger rise up again towards the rapists.
“We’ll call to notify you when your results have come in.” The receptionist confirmed the best number to reach me at.
I knew I would have to make another trip back to the clinic as signs of infection may take days before manifesting themselves.
As I walked home I saw one of those garbage dumpsters. I sensed it with my mind and decided to try out my new telekinetic ability. I could feel the outlines of the container and I tried to levitate it. Creases and wrinkles formed on my forehead as I attempted to focus all my brain power. I use my arm and wave in an upward motion even though I knew only my brain was in effect here. I could feel the dumpster move maybe a millimetre but nothing that was visible to the naked eye. The dumpster was too heavy. Perhaps I needed to increase my mental capability similar to my telepathy. Before I could only read one person’s mind in close proximity and only what they were thinking at that time. Ever since my mother passed away, I have been able to read into the pass. With training and focus I increased my telepathy distance and can sense multiple minds at once.
I decided to get some groceries while I was at the pharmacy. I passed by the cookie section, ice cream section and cake section. I really want to get some junk and pig out as I was in such a bad mood but I refuse to let the rapist do anymore damage to my body. I wasn’t going to put any nutritional absent food in my body no matter how much I craved it or was depressed. I had to fight all the urges.
I got some milk, yogurt, eggs, chicken breast, fruits and vegetables. All the boring healthy stuff. I had a longer walk before I reach home but I didn’t mind doing a bit of walking for exercise and now it was in the morning so I wasn’t too scared of being assaulted. I kept my mind sharp and listen in on the few people around me, most people were at work now. I kept checking over my shoulder and scanning my area, in reality I had little to be scared of but my mentality was frail. I came across another alley and was drawn into in, I could feel a sensation that felt familiar.
Fear struck me but since there was light outside I decided to go against my gut reaction and follow my desire. As I walked in the alley I could hear the thought of one of the rapist! It was the bystander one. The one that masturbated and got his semen all over my chest. I saw him sleeping off peacefully, he had a scab on the side of his forehead where he hit the wall. I could sense there was nobody nearby and I decided to confront him.
“Hey!” I shouted and kicked his leg.
“Ugh, who the fuck is it,” he grumbled, slowly opening his eyes into a squint.
“Me,” I backup and place my groceries carefully on the side, I didn’t want my produce to get ruined.
“The little whore back for more,” he staggered up with a smile, speaking incoherently. It was obvious he wasn’t mentally alert. He didn’t remember what I did to him last night.
“Yes, I’m back for more but this time I won’t be the one receiving, I’ll be the one giving. Prepare yourself for a good time asshole!”
I sensed his body with my mind and pushed him back against the wall and dragged him upwards. I place my hand out as if to grab his throat. I felt his trachea and squeezed it to limit air from passing through.
He began to cough and squirm and it brought me great satisfaction. I threw him against the wall on the opposite side.
“Let me go you bitch, what do you want from me.”
“I want you to suffer, I want you to feel pain, I want you to fear death.” I slammed his head against the pavement.
He was coughing and spitting out blood. “Please let me go, I never touched you.”
“Haha, didn’t you help them drag me to the back alley, didn’t you assault me with your cock, you asshole!”
“I’ll never do it again, I swear, I’ll never do it again.”
His words said he won’t do it again, in his mind he was panicked and trying anything to get away. I could feel my anger boiling over at all the other people he has harmed in the past.
“I know you’ll never do it again. You’ll never hurt another person because I won’t give you the chance.”
“No, please, no, no, no… ah, arghh…” His voice tremor with fear.
I slammed him against the pavement again and again. After each slam, I got more enraged and the harder I whipped his head against the pavement. Eventually I found myself gasping for air. I wasn’t breathing the whole time. Finally I stopped smashing his head and I could clearly see he was no longer recognizable. I tried to read his mind but there was nothing, there wasn’t even the baseline people had when they slept. I felt regret and remorseful of what I had just done. I murdered someone. My legs felt weak and I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t touch him physically so none of my prints are on him. Should I make a run for it or call the police and tell them I found a man brutally murdered in an alley?
I threw him into the dumpster and covered him up with the garbage nearby as much as I could. I panicked on what I should do and was full of anxiety. I couldn’t believe I let my emotion take me so far that I killed the bastard. He raped me but he didn’t penetrate me, he barely touched me. But that was because I was bleeding and already had semen in my vagina and anus. He was grossed out from the sight. Probably if he was first he would have penetrated me. He did deserve to die.
Oh lord what have I done, what have I done! It wasn’t supposed to be this way, it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. I just needed to get out my anger. I wanted him to suffer and pay for wh
at he did to me. I don’t want to go to prison because I got justice for myself.
Uncertain of what I was doing and going to do, I stood there. Part of his brain was intact and I could see glimpses of his past and I felt the horror. I wasn’t the first woman they rape not even close. I saw images of older woman and more disgusting and terrifying younger girls probably teenagers. I saw images of girls screaming and crying in the dark as they ravage them and beat them.
My guilty conscience slowly dissipated the more I saw. I did a positive for humanity by removing this beast from the world. There were small blood splatters over me. It didn’t look too noticeable what had just happened but I took off my shirt wiped the blood off my skin then inverted the shirt to hide the blood. I picked up my groceries and proceeded home casually.
8
Second Partition
I was looking up short videos online and saw a news segment about a man beaten up. I clicked the link to read up on it and immediately knew it was the rapist John. ‘The man was taken to hospital with multiple broken ribs and bruises. The man is in stable condition. The man claims a woman beat him up from behind with a baseball bat and took his wallet.’ I couldn’t believe how much shit this guy was full of but then if he said what actually happen he would be in cuffs. So actually, he was smarter then he looks.
Closing my eyes, I searched as far as I could but couldn’t feel him. I was trying to find the second rapist. The rapist John I already knew was at a hospital, just not sure which one.
The last one was already dead. It made me a bit jittery every time I thought about him. Would someone smell the body or see it when they discarded their trash?
At work a police officer came in and I thought he was here to arrest me. Luckily for me, he came for a cup of coffee only. Sweat droplets came down my forehead when he stood there thinking of what he wanted today. I had to hand his beverage with both hands. One hand to hold the cup and the other hand to prevent the first hand from shaking. The more I thought about it the more I was afraid someone would find his corpse.
