Ally's POV:

I assume it's probably midnight by now. The men stop thrusting and leave me on the bed. They get off and put their clothes back on leaving me shocked and scared.

The men straighten their suits and brush their hair neatly with my brush. They look normal again, when truly they are vicious.
Then one man takes a knife. He walks over and grasps my shoulder and flings me against the wall. He holds me up by my neck.

"Now Allison...Allison, Allison, Allison... We had a lot of fun today did we not?" He says.
I don't respond so he tighten his grasp around my neck and I immediately nod my head vigorously. I cry muffled cries. He just chuckles.
"Give me your wrist" he says sternly again.

I tremble but give it to him. He takes my arm and slices a cut on my mid arm. I wince and pant heavily.

He drops my hand again .
"Now Allison, you will tell nobody of this, or you will face the consequences, understood? Oh and may I repeat, the consequences are much worse than you think..." He chuckles.

I nod my head again. I was sure to tell nobody. He pushes me against the floor. I sat there week to the bone. He towered over me, "This will never be over..." He says. He motions his head for the men to follow him. They all walk out the door and shut it.

It's over. That's over and done with. But they are coming again soon. I know it, I just have this gut-wrenching feeling telling me they will, unless that's just the horrible pain nagging me to rest.

I hesitate to get up unsteadily, but I can't let this drag me down. I grab the edge of the bed and try to stand up but I fall back down to my knees. As I struggle to regain composure, I try again and manage to stay sort of stable. Hardly. I limp towards the bathroom slowly.

I need a thorough clean from their filthy touch. A really good shower, more like painful shower.
Who would have thought a bunch of handsome men would have the ugliest personalities and willpower to rape an innocent girl? It is the unspoken truth of humanity that men like these crave subjugation. They huddle together in the dark like sly beasts, waiting to release themselves. The bright lure of freedom diminishes their life's joy in a mad scramble for power, identity. Now, humanity, look how far we've come. Men have resorted themselves to raping women. Fair? Not at all.

Meanwhile, I have a big scar on my thigh, as well as a cut on my wrist. I have to wear long sleeve tops now, this is such a pain on top of the actual pain. I have a hand mark on my face too, just great. I have to cover that up with make up as well as I can. My shoulder has a slight bruise on it, not too noticeable, I think I can get away with that. My thighs have small scratches, and well, my vagina is practically messed up. It's all pink and seriously sore, I can actually see bruises forming there. It will fade by tomorrow hopefully but It will certainly still hurt when I walk.

I step into the shower and let the hot water run down my body. I scrub everywhere I can with soap and let is wash off. I scrub harder and harder, ridding myself off their disgusting germs, cleansing the moment from my distinct memory, washing away the dirt that spreads over my dainty body. I let the hot water run down the crook of my neck, burning me for a few moments, because it brings me relief as opposed to pain instead. The splash of warmth smashing against my cold bare skin refreshes me, however burns. Of course, the heat was becoming too much, as a result of my now rosy coloured skin, so I turn it off eventually. I look half better at least now, and sure do feel it.

I dry off and get back into my pyjamas. It's painful to do anything now. My wrists are dented with pink stud marks, I'm not even sure makeup can hide that. I could really do with a nice warm massage in a spa, especially a hot stoned one on my back. It would help ease and melt the back tension away and possible release stress of today.
I don't know why I am allowing myself to think all of this knowing I can't do it, my body must be hidden, whereas going to a spa would have me stripped naked revealing all the scars. Some things in life you just can't have, just like I can't have Michael the way I want him.

I limp back to make my bed. I get in and turn the lamp off.

I record the experience I just had into diary. The pen never left the paper once, for the experience was all too much. It was unbearable, nobody should have to go through that. All I wanted was Michael to stop them, but he couldn't anyway. I put my diary away under the mattress safely and drift off to sleep.

All I had on my mind is what I was going to feel like tomorrow. I was having flashbacks of being raped by Alex. Rape breaks me down into pieces, and nobody can understand that unlike me. I yearn to die through moments like those. I mean, why torture me, when you can just kill me? Hell, you'd make me want to kill myself.

I go into a deep sleep for the few hours I have left, dreading the hours of the morning.

Hey guys,
Ally is broken! Her body is scarred, what if somebody sees her scars! Will they notice her mood change! Stay tuned! Love ya xxx ❤️