Help me, oh, I am being raped here by two filthy people. Someone help me, please. I cry and ask for help from someone

Oh, please help me! They're trying to hurt me... I can't take it anymore!

They ripped off my clothes, they hurt me so much... help me please, I don't want this to happen anymore...

Oh my God... they're gone. I can barely breathe, let alone move. Thank you, thank you so much for helping me... You saved my life...

No, I don't think so... they didn't have the chance to do that... but my body hurts and I feel very vulnerable right now...

I can't believe this happened... thank you again for coming to help me.

I-I don't know... I think it might be theirs... but they didn't... do anything to me with that...

I-I don't know who it could be... all I want to do is go home and never leave the house again. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed of what happened...

All right... thank you so much for wanting to help me... I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along when you did. You're truly a hero in my eyes, and I appreciate everything you've done for me tonight.

With some difficulty, I manage to get up and stand beside the car. My legs feel weak and shaky, but at least I'm no longer lying on the dirty ground. "Thank you again for everything," I murmur to him as I carefully place one hand on his arm for support.

I look down at my body, covered in tears and scratches, and can only imagine what he must be thinking about this poor excuse for a dress that used to be mine. My hair is tangled and my makeup is smeared; it's impossible to tell where the blood is from his men or mine.

I know I should thank him properly, but words seem inadequate at the moment. All I can do is stare down at the ground, embarrassed and ashamed of everything that happened. Heat creeps into my cheeks as thoughts race through my mind about what could possibly come next.

I gasp as his words sink in, my cheeks burning even brighter with shame and horror. I hadn't even noticed that semen was coming out of me! Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and it takes every ounce of courage I have not to break down completely right there on the spot.

I should be angry with him for pointing this out, but all I can feel is more humiliation. "I-I'm sorry," I stammer, looking anywhere but at his face. "It shouldn't be like this..." My fingers curl into fists as guilt and self-loathing flood through me.

I take a deep breath, gathering up every scrap of courage I can find as I turn to face him. "They... they tried to rape me," I whisper hoarsely. "They tore off my clothes and threw me on the ground, and..." My voice trails off, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked.

I want nothing more than to forget this ever happened, but it seems that isn't an option tonight. "One of them held me down while the other... did things," I continue, unable to finish the sentence. "It hurt so much..." My lower lip trembles as I force myself to meet his gaze, searching for some sign of understanding or compassion amidst the shock and revulsion that must be written across my face.

I swallow hard, trying to steady my voice as I force myself to recall the horrifying details of what happened. "They... they took off all my clothes," I begin shakily. "And then they... they started touching me in places I didn't want them to. They were rough and hurt me... I begged them to stop, but they wouldn't listen."

My hands tremble as I hug myself tightly, trying desperately not to imagine their calloused fingers on my body once more. "They forced themselves onto me," I manage finally. "And it was awful... painful and terrifying. I thought I was going to die..." Tears stream down my face unchecked as I admit the truth aloud, my voice shaking with emotion.

I feel an arm around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. It's unexpected and overwhelming; I hadn't realized how much I needed the comfort until it was offered. I cling to him tightly, sobs racking my body as relief and gratitude wash over me in waves.

"Thank you," I manage between hiccups. "For coming... for saving me..." He holds me like this for a long moment, his strength surrounding me in the darkness of the night. Finally, he gently pushes back, wiping away my tears with his thumbs as he studies my face intently.

"Do you want to go to the police?" he asks softly. "To file a report about what happened?" I hesitate before answering, weighing my options carefully in my mind. Part of me wants nothing more than to forget this ever happened, but another part knows that justice must

It's all right," I tell him softly, reassuring myself as much as him. "I know it won't be easy... but maybe it would help." A faint glimmer of hope sparks within me at the thought of bringing those men to justice. It might not take away the pain and fear that still linger, but at least I wouldn't feel so helpless anymore.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage for what lies ahead. "Can we go?" I ask him quietly, meeting his eyes with determination. "To the police station?"

I hadn't even considered that I was still naked. My cheeks flush with shame once more as the realization sinks in. "Oh, right... um, well..." I glance down at myself, feeling even more self-conscious than before. There's no way I can go to the police like this!

"I-I should probably put some clothes on first," I stammer, trying to think of something that would be both appropriate and decent given our current circumstances. "Do you have anything I could borrow? Just for a bit until we get there?" My eyes flicker upward, hoping he won't refuse my request.

My heart sinks at the news that it's too late to go to the police station, but I know he's right. It's still dark outside; dawn can't be far away. I nod gratefully in response, deciding not to dwell on the fact that my options have just become more limited than before. "All right, then," I manage quietly. "I guess we should find a place where I can change and maybe call someone to come get me once it's open again."

I look up at him, hoping he understands the implication of what I've just said. If neither of us has any other plans or obligations today, perhaps he wouldn't mind staying with me until then? The thought makes my stomach flutter nervously, but it also fills me with a tiny flicker of hope that maybe things won't be quite as bad as they seem right now. "Or," I

My heart skips a beat at the thought of going to his house. It's risky, yes, but it also feels like the safest option right now. "Thank you," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "I mean... if that's not too much trouble..." I trail off nervously, biting my lip as I wait for his response.

I glance down at myself again, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about the state of my naked body. He's already seen more than he should have, and now I'm going to impose on him further by asking him to let me change in his house? The thought makes me want to crawl out of my skin with embarrassment, but at least it'll be a warm place where no one else can hurt me tonight.

"I-I promise I won't take long," I say quickly, anxious for him to

I glance at him warily as we enter his house, careful not to make any sudden movements that might provoke the still-sore wounds on my body. "What kind of condition?" I ask quietly, eyeing the door leading to what must be his sister's room with trepidation. A part of me wonders if going along with this man is such a good idea after all... but then again, he did save me from those monsters earlier tonight, and maybe I owe him something for that.

"Don't worry," he reassures me with a half-smile. "Nothing like that." He hesitates before continuing, his expression turning slightly more serious. "Just... promise me you won't run away or try to leave without telling me first. Okay?" There's something in the way he says it that gives me pause; as if he truly cares about what happens next, and not just

I nod, trusting that he means well. "Okay," I whisper softly. Taking a warm bath sounds wonderful; it's been hours since my body stopped shivering from fear and shock. I feel so dirty after what happened tonight that the thought of being clean again is almost intoxicating.

He leads me down the hall to his sister's room, unlocking her door with a spare key he must keep nearby. "She wouldn't mind," he assures me quickly, reading my thoughts perhaps. The room looks feminine and cozy, filled with pretty dresses and skirts that I can only imagine she would have worn on date nights or special occasions. I feel guilty even being here, taking advantage of her things while she's so far away from home...

He hands me a towel before leaving the room, giving me some privacy as he walks down the hallway towards his own bed

I blush bright red as he makes this comment, feeling even more self-conscious about the fact that I have no choice but to wear my rescuer's sister's clothing. I suppose it can't be helped; at least she has clothes that fit me and aren't covered in blood or dirt. Taking a deep breath, I step into the bath, sinking into the warm water with a contented sigh.

It feels wonderful against my skin, easing away some of the aches and pains I've been carrying since earlier tonight. With a quiet prayer of thanks for his sister's thoughtfulness in leaving behind such a luxury, I lie back in the tub and close my eyes, trying to relax. For now at least, being here feels safe... and I suppose that's enough for me.

I take my time in the bath, letting the warm water ease away the pain and fear that have been wracking my body since earlier tonight. Even though I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine, it feels nice to be clean again, like I can finally put everything behind me for just a little while. As I lie there, I can't help but wonder what will happen next... but for now, at least I don't have to think about it.

Eventually, the water cools and my skin starts to prickle with goosebumps. With reluctance, I climb out of the tub and wrap myself in a huge fluffy towel. The soft fabric feels heavenly against my skin, and for a moment, I almost wish I could stay like this forever... but reality soon sets in. I must find somewhere dry and warm to change into one of his sister's clothes before going any further.

I quickly dry myself off and put on one of his sister's comfortable dresses. It hangs loosely on my frame, but it feels warm and soft against my skin. As I come out of the bathroom, he nods approvingly at my choice. "Looking much better now," he comments with a small smile before leading me back down the hall to his sister's room.

Once there, I take a seat on the bed while he begins searching through her belongings for something suitable to wear himself. It feels strange being in this room, surrounded by someone else's things... but at least it's a place where I can feel safe for now. As we wait for the sun to rise and the police station to open, I can't help but wonder what will happen once we get there. But for now, all that matters is that I am alive... and perhaps, somehow, this kind stranger with a questionable past won

The room is indeed quite feminine, with pink and purple accents throughout and shelves lined with dolls and stuffed animals. Despite its childish appearance, it somehow feels warm and inviting; a far cry from the cold metal walls of my cell back at the detention center. I can't help but feel grateful for this temporary reprieve from my usual surroundings.

As he busies himself with changing into one of his sister's shirts, I take stock of the items in the room: clothes, shoes, books... so many things that must belong to her. It makes me wonder about his family; where they are, what they think is happening right now. Amidst all the chaos and uncertainty, this man has been nothing but kind and understanding towards me. And for that, I am truly thankful.

I take a deep breath and force myself to meet his gaze. "Okay," I say slowly, my voice shaking just a little. "What do you want to talk about?" He looks sincere, his eyes filled with curiosity... and something else that I can't quite place. Fear? Perhaps. But there's also something else in there; something that tells me he genuinely cares for my well-being despite our situation.

Part of me wants to tell him everything: about my past, my family, my hopes and dreams... but another part is hesitant. I don't know this man very well, after all; there's no guarantee that revealing such intimate details wouldn't somehow backfire in the end.

For now, I decide to play it safe. "What do you want to talk about?" I repeat carefully, watching his face for any signs of what he might be

Pregnant? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind... but now that he's brought it up, I feel a surge of panic racing through me. My hands fly to my stomach as my breath hitches in my throat. "I-I don't know..." I stammer, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes once more. "We could... go to a doctor or something?" It's not much of an answer, but it's all I can think to say at the moment.

I glance up at him, searching for some sign of understanding or reassurance in his face. But instead, I see only confusion and concern. Perhaps he hadn't expected me to react this way... but then again, what would he have thought? That it was nothing more than a fleeting thought in the back of my mind? No matter the case, we can't ignore this anymore.

I bite my lip, taking a moment to compose myself before I respond. The reality of the situation is starting to sink in, and I realize that there are no easy answers here. "I... I don't know," I admit with a sigh. "We could go to a doctor, like you said... or maybe speak with someone who can help us figure out what our options are." The thought of keeping this secret hidden inside me any longer is unbearable, but revealing it to the world feels just as terrifying.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But first... we have to deal with those men who did this to me. They can't get away with what they've done." Even as I say the words aloud, I know that bringing them to justice won't undo any of the damage that has been done tonight... but it might bring some semblance of peace