They Never Saw Him

I tried to stop him. I tried to escape. I tried, but no one thinks I did.

His hands were on me, drifting, sliding, groping, dragging claws against my tender white skin. I was begging him to stop. He growled with delight as his eyes devoured my skirming shaking body held down by his hands.

I screamed as he pressed his body onto mine, I screamed for help; but no one came. He put his hand over my mouth and nose and told me to shut up; and I did, I passed out from the lack of oxygen.

All I remember was the pain.

He teared me to shreds, leaving me a bloody naked mess, destroyed and alone.

And they asked me why I didn't stop him if I didn't want him? They assumed me a whore.

Maybe I was a whore; but they never understood what he was—he was a monster.