I was having fun at a friend’s sweet 16 party. It was held in a little “club” that was very popular. It was very hot inside and I had never danced that much in my life.
I went outside to get a breathe of fresh air.
A strange man was outside and started talking to me. He said it was too bad the streets didn’t have better lighting.
I tried to turn around to go back inside and I felt him grab me – 1 hand on my mouth, the other arm around my waist. He pushed me into a large black car that was parked right in front.
I don’t want to go into details, but he raped me at knife point, and then threatened to kill me if I told anybody.
The thing that sticks out most of all is how he kept saying that I loved what he was doing, that i knew it felt good. He kept calling me a dirty slut and a whore.
When he was done, all he said was thanks, and then pushed me out of the car.
That was about 9 years ago. I never said anything, but I recently hired a PI to look into this and apparently there were a few similar rapes in the same location.
I was only 14. Now I’m 23 and my family and friends finally know my story.
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I read your story about ten times, in disbelief, recognizing every aspect of your story as my own. I was at a small teens “club” at a friends party when I was raped by a strange man after I had gone outside to make a phone call. I was dragged from behind, with one hand on my mouth, into a black car.
He held me down and put a knife to my throat and told me if i made any noise or moved he would kill me. He was gentle when he slid off my panties (which he kept), but got extremely rough after that. His hands squeezed my neck and he pressed his knife to my face, chest, and thighs. He didn’t leave any marks on my face, but I had bruises from his hand holding me so tight on my inner thighs.
He told me how much I enjoyed what he was doing and forced me to tell him how much I loved it. When I wouldn’t speak, he slapped me.
When he was done, he told me if I said a word to anyone he would kill me or my family. Then he thanked me and pushed me out. I was twelve, and I am now 23. Almost 11 years ago.
I’ve never really cared what had happened to the guy, but always felt immensely guilty for not reporting it just in case he did this to someone else after me. I have to know if this was the same man. Please message me back so that I can know if this happened in the same place, or even same country as it did to me. I think this piece of mind would help me greatly in my recovery.