so.. when i was about 11 years old i was outside running through the grass.. when this big black van pulled up outside of my house, and before i knew what was happening, some guy pulled me inside.. i tryed to sceam, but it was to late
he tied me up in the back of the van, i couldn't see who was driving, but it didn't matter
i tryed to kick him but it only made him more mad
.. i've never told anyone this.. so this is really hard for me to say.. its even hard to type i'm shakeing so much, i just needed to tell some one, and i feel safe here knowing its annonymous
so... he beat me till i couldn't see through my right eye..
but heres where it gets worse...
he pulled out a jar of butterflies. and out of some sick obsession he started to laugh and emptied the jar down my pants
i could feel them trying to ecsape
i'll never forget that feeling
thats probally why i'm 18... 7 years later.. and to afraid to be with a guy
i cringe whenever i see a butterfly, and remember his face
its hard for me not to break down and cry when i see them
but the weird thing.. he just let me go when he was down with me
that was it
he was satisfied to see me beaten and crying, and thats all he wanted..
well.. anyways.. thats my story..