“Spread ‘em, Boy.” Boy is your name, and the man hunching over your lanky body makes you want to growl and bite, kick and scream and run away. Your body hurts and burns, particularly the part the man is trying to reach between your tightly pressed knees. A large green and blue bruise on your right hip close to your inner thigh is aching, and under your skin your blood is buzzing and growing unpleasantly hot. You want to kick the man in the face, scream obscene profanities and get the fuck out of here. You don’t want the man to tear into your already torn and horribly sore body; you don’t want to bleed anymore.
With a smack to your face, the man tosses you onto your stomach on the lumpy Motel8 bed for not listening the first time. “Hurry the fuck up. I have to get home to my fucking wife.” You fucking pig! You bare your teeth and whip your head around, having enough courage to actually raise your voice and open your mouth to scream for the older man to get the fuck off of you. You choke on your tongue and instead utter a terrible, pained noise as the man’s hips smack against yours, something thick tearing your barely healed insides again. You see red, fire blazing in your abdomen.
Your eyes clench shut as tears leak down your cheeks. You whisper harshly to yourself, venomous words hissing between your clenched teeth, hoping the man could hear how much you wanted him to die, how much you wanted for his internal organs to liquefy. You chant and chant and your voice quickly began to fail you. “God..save me...” You whisper as the man begins to speed up, about to climax. You prepare, trying to concentrate on only your soft sobs and heart beating rapidly in your ears.
But there is a sound, and a crash and a scream of words. The world begins to speed up and everything happens so fast. You are pushed away from the man and he is grabbed by a blur of gray and navy blue. You jolted and were jostled up by strong arms, a sweep of panic setting inside of you as you kick and your eyes flash around the room quickly. Blurs of red and blue, black and navy slowly forming figures and you stop thrashing immediately. You look around at the scene unfolding with wide eyes as officers pin the pig of a man that was previously inside of you and cuff his wrists. Shock set in and you forget how to breathe, your hands clutch the officer’s arm tightly. The officer holding you was talking, telling you in a strong voice as he hurries over to his partner who has a blanket open and ready to receive you that everything is going to be ok, that you were safe, that it’s finally over.
You finally catch your bearings and time slows down back to normal. You take a breath, a deep breath, and begin to sob openly onto the new officer carrying you away and into the ambulance wrapped up in white blanket.