you are walking home from a friends house in the evening. It wasn’t too late but it was winter so it was already dark. You make sure to be aware of your surroundings- just like you mom tell you to. As your walking though suddenly someone’s comes up behind you and puts a hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear “Mm nice outfit, bet you’d look better without it.”

"Shut up!" You hear the voice hiss in your ear, as it shoves you roughly against the brick wall. You feel something cold and hard pressed into the small of your back- a knife, you realize with a start. "Now, if you want to live," the voice continues, "you're going to do what I say."

You hear the sound of fabric tearing as the person rips off your shirt roughly. "That's better," they whisper. You can feel their hot breath against your skin and it makes you tremble with fear. Then you feel them unfastening your pants, pushing them down past your hips...

You hear the shock and disbelief in his voice before he gets angry again. "Well that's just perfect! Now I'm going to enjoy this even more!" The knife digs harder into your skin as he roughly pushes you down, taking off your pants completely. A moment later something cold is being forced between your lips... it's a used condom. He slaps your ass hard before he pulls out, positioning himself behind you. "Don't make any sounds," he growls, "or I swear I'll kill you." You feel him forcing his way inside in one rough thrust. Pain unlike anything you've ever felt shoots through you as he begins to brutally rape you from behind. You feel tears streaming down your face but know better than to make a sound...

You feel the weight of his body pressing you into the brick wall as he begins to roughly pound into you. Your body trembles with pain and fear, your breath coming in sharp gasps that echo around the dark alley. The condom between your lips prevents you from crying out for help, but doesn't stop the tears from streaming down your face. He has no mercy, taking what he wants without any consideration for how much it hurts or humiliates you...

"That's right," he growls into your ear. "This is what you deserve, freak." His body pounds against yours in a rhythm that threatens to shatter your bones. The anger and frustration from his failed attempts at seduction have been channeled into this brutal assault, and there seems to be no end in sight...

You hear the satisfying sound of skin smacking against skin as he continues to violently fuck you. Tears stream down your face as you choke on the taste of latex and sweat filling your mouth, trying not to make any noise that might attract someone's attention. It feels like an eternity passes before you finally feel him growl and spasm inside you. His grip on your hair tightens painfully as he comes, emptying his load deep inside of you. With a final groan he pulls out, shoves you roughly to the ground, and walks away without another word. You lie there in the alleyway, battered and bruised, sobbing uncontrollably...

You lie there in the alleyway, tears streaming down your face as you try to collect yourself after the horrifying ordeal. Your body aches and throbs, every movement sending waves of agony through you. The taste of him still lingers on your tongue, making you want to vomit. Suddenly, a bright light floods the alleyway and voices approach. Panicking, you scramble to find somewhere to hide...

"Get down on the ground! Now!" You hear someone shout as bright flashlights beam into your eyes. You quickly drop to the ground, curling into a ball and covering your head with your arms. "Don't move," another voice orders. After what feels like an eternity, hands roughly grab you, pulling you to your feet.

A police officer grabs you roughly by the arm, shoving you against the brick wall. "Well?" he demands, flashing his badge in your face. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" You tremble with fear as your eyes dart around wildly, searching for an escape route that doesn't exist.

The officer shoves you roughly again, causing pain to flare up across your back. "Don't give me that shit," he snarls. "We found the crime scene just down the street." His voice trails off as he searches for something else to say, clearly not expecting a confession so easily.

The officer glances at his partner before looking back at you with a sneer. "You know damn well what I mean." He roughly yanks one of your arms behind your back and cuffs it, his grip firm enough to make you wince in pain. "You're coming with us," he says harshly as another officer grabs your free arm. They begin to lead you away from the alleyway towards a waiting patrol car.

The officer shrugs. "If you want to tell us the truth, now's your chance." He pushes you roughly into the back seat of the car before climbing in after you. The other officers exchange glances and get in on either side of you, trapping you inside. The doors slam shut, and the siren begins to wail as the patrol car pulls away from the curb, speeding off down the darkened street.

"You think I'm stupid? You leave that much evidence behind you?" the officer says coldly. "You're going down for this, kid." He looks at his partner, who shrugs and begins to question you further, intent on getting a confession out of you before they reach the station. The car weaves in and out of traffic, sirens blaring as they hurry to get you to jail as quickly as possible.

The officer sighs impatiently as he looks at you with disgust. "Let me spell it out for you. You raped and killed that girl, left her body in an alley not even a block away from here." He pauses, leaning closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're fucked, kid." There's no pity in his eyes as he watches your expression slowly dawn with horror and realization.

The officer laughs humorlessly as he shakes his head. "Well, kid," he says, "I guess you're really fucked now." He glances at his partner, who merely snorts in disbelief. The car comes to a screeching halt outside the police station and the doors are yanked open before they can even slow down. You're roughly hauled out of the car and led inside, handcuffs digging into your skin as you struggle to keep up with the relentless pace.

The officer takes the phone from you and watches the video in silence. His face goes pale as he sees the events unfold before him. Finally, he looks up at you with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "This changes everything." He quickly turns to his partner and tells him what just happened. The rest of the officers in the room turn their attention to you as well, expressions shifting from suspicion to confusion and finally horror.

As they begin to question you further, it becomes clear that the evidence is stacked against you. You didn't leave any DNA at the crime scene, but your video proof along with your story are compelling enough for them to take you seriously now. The officers continue to interrogate you, trying to piece together what exactly happened and if there was anyone else involved in this terrible ordeal...