Devil.
One of them pinned my hands above my head, as the bald man began to rip my dress.
With the little strength inside of me, I began to scream, struggling hysterically. I rather die than to let them rape me.
"Stop, please…! Let me go! Someone help!" My voice was sour and cracked and it became painful. Each time I screamed, the man pinning my hands would slap me across the face. But I didn't feel pain anymore. I was scared and anxiety was eating me whole.
He ripped off my chemise, and now I was left alone with my bare skin and undergarments. God please help me! I cried, tears flowing out of my eyes. My throat was bleeding and I don't have the strength to scream anymore.
So I stopped struggling, shutting my eyes closed, painfully awaiting whatever that would happen. I don't care anymore.