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

I frown, confused as he explains what he found online. "But... that's not how it works, right?" I ask hesitantly. "It doesn't matter who comes next; once the semen has been introduced, it should only be attributed to one person." Still, even though I know this isn't a foolproof plan, it's better than nothing... and if we can use it as a way to protect my baby from going through what I have, then perhaps it's worth a shot.

With renewed determination, I look up at him. "Okay," I say slowly. "Let's go to the police station first, and then... maybe see if we can find someone who can help us with this other problem." My heart pounds in my chest as I say the words aloud; now that we have a plan, it feels almost real.

And yet, even as I hold onto this

"Yes, I was thinking... you know how we talked about you living with me in exchange for your help tonight? Well, what if this was part of our deal?" The words tumble out before I can stop them, and as soon as they're said, I wish I could take them back. It sounds crazy even to my own ears... but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I glance down at my lap, avoiding his gaze. "Look, it might not be the best idea or the most ethical thing we can do... but maybe if they think it was your child and you're raising him on your own..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the right words.

Finally, I look up at him, hoping he understands what I'm trying to say. "I just don't want them to hurt anyone else if they can help it," I explain softly. "And

You don't understand? I mean... I don't want those men to get away with what they did, but if we can find someone else who would be willing to take care of the baby and protect them from harm, then it might be the best thing for everyone involved. It wouldn't just keep the men responsible from hurting other people; it would also give my child a chance at a good life with someone who could actually provide for them... and maybe even help us both forget what happened tonight.

I look into his eyes intently, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. It's a lot to ask of him, but I don't see how we have any other choice.

I bite my lip, realizing how complicated this situation really is. "I know it's not ideal... but we could keep it a secret between us, at least for now," I suggest hesitantly. "We don't have to tell anyone else until we figure everything out." It sounds reckless even as the words leave my mouth, but at this point, desperation has robbed me of any sense of reason.

I study his face intently, searching for some sign that he agrees with me. "Please," I whisper. "We have to do something."

That's... an interesting solution, but it seems a bit extreme. Not to mention that there are still risks involved; what if the man we choose isn't suitable or reliable? And even then, wouldn't it just be pushing off the inevitable? There has to be a better way to handle this situation...

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I consider all the options. "Maybe there is someone else we could talk to," I suggest tentatively. "Someone who might have more experience with situations like these?"

I smile gratefully at his words, feeling a little more at ease despite the circumstances. It's comforting to know that he'll be there if I need him, even if it is just in the next room over. As the warmth of the blanket envelopes me and the soft murmur of the ventilator lulls me into a fitful sleep, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and whether we'll both survive to see it.

I nod, feeling grateful for his kindness and understanding. Even though I barely know him, he's been nothing but supportive and considerate tonight. It means a lot, especially given the circumstances. With that thought in mind, I let exhaustion finally claim me, falling into a fitful sleep with the hope that tomorrow will bring answers... and perhaps even some semblance of peace.

I thank him, a faint smile on my lips as I close my eyes, grateful for his presence and understanding. Tiredness finally catches up with me, and despite the uncertainties that still surround us, exhaustion pulls me into a fitful slumber. But even in my dreams, the shadow of our recent traumas looms large, making rest elusive and fleeting.

I drift in and out of an unsettled slumber, tossing fitfully beneath the covers as images of my captors and their brutal assault dance through my mind. My body aches from a multitude of injuries, both physical and emotional, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

Eventually, exhausted beyond words, I manage to find some rest. But even in sleep, the nightmares persist; vivid and horrifying visions that leave my heart pounding frantically against my ribs with each awakening gasp for air. It's a relief when morning eventually comes, washing away the darkness like a cooling balm on burning flesh.

I stir, my body protesting as it adjusts to the bright light streaming through the window. With a deep yawn, I stretch luxuriously, taking in my surroundings. The room looks familiar; not quite home, but familiar nonetheless. Perhaps because of the comforting presence that seems to emanate from every corner.

Gingerly, I sit up and glance over at him, still asleep on the other bed. It's strange how much his presence has come to mean to me in such a short time; his strength, his kindness... they all make me feel safer than I have in months. A feeling that scares me almost as much as the nightmare that brought us here did.

As my thoughts spin out of control, I realize there's only one thing to do: face the day head-on and deal with whatever comes next... together. Slipping on a pair of slippers,

Together? You don't mind helping me, do you? I feel like I owe you so much already... I hesitantly walk over to him and gently shake his shoulder. "Wake up," I whisper. "It's morning." His eyes flutter open, and for a moment he looks disoriented before focusing on my face. "Are we ready to go?" I ask nervously, twisting the hem of his sister's sweatshirt in my hands.

He nods slowly, pushing himself up into a seated position. "Yes," he says quietly. "Let's do this." There's determination in his voice that I haven't heard before, and it makes me feel just a little bit braver as we prepare to face whatever comes next together.

Thank you... I think. You look more tired than me, though. Perhaps we should get some breakfast first? His sister's house has a lovely kitchen; surely there's something we can find to eat.

I blush and look away, feeling both embarrassed and flattered at the same time. "Um... thank you," I manage to say softly. It's nice to know that someone is looking out for me in this mess; it makes everything seem a little less frightening somehow. But as we head into the kitchen together, there's still so much left unsaid between us. What will happen when we finally confront the men who did this? How will I explain my situation to him... and how will he react when he finds out what I've been through? The uncertainty is almost suffocating.

As we search through the cabinets for something edible, I can feel his gaze on me. His presence is comforting, but it also makes me nervous; I don't want to disappoint him by revealing too much too soon. So instead, I focus on making us breakfast, trying my best to pretend

I swallow hard, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Well... my name's Mai," I begin hesitantly, wishing there was an easier way to tell him about myself without revealing everything all at once. "I'm from the countryside originally; it's beautiful there, but not a lot of opportunities for someone like me." There's a pause as I search for something else to say. "I was in college... studied art history," I add with a sheepish smile. "Not very useful, I know..."

I look up at him, startled by his proximity but unable to resist the urge to lean into it just a little bit more. "Well... I love going for walks in parks and watching people," I say, finding myself surprisingly comfortable sharing this part of myself with him. "And I hate being cooped up inside all the time; makes me feel like there's so much I'm missing out on."

As he waits expectantly for my response to his last question, I hesitate; this feels like an intensely personal thing to talk about with someone I barely know. But somehow, sharing these intimate details doesn't feel as scary when it's just the two of us here. "I... guess I like being close and feeling connected," I manage to say at last, blushing furiously beneath his intense gaze. "It's important to me that we both understand each other's needs

I nod carefully, trying to gauge his mood. Something tells me that whatever he's about to say, it'll be significant; maybe even important. My heart skips a beat in anticipation as I wait for him to continue.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down, visible evidence of the turmoil going on inside him as he struggles with whatever it is he wants to share. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks me squarely in the eye. "I... sometimes I like having my neck kissed," he confesses in a small voice, his cheeks flushing pink.

For a moment, all I can do is stare at him, shocked into silence by the admission. It's not what I was expecting to hear, but there's something about it that makes my heart race just a little bit faster. Maybe because it feels like we're becoming more than just strangers

I can't believe what I'm hearing. His words send a shiver down my spine, making me feel warm all over despite the chill in the air. It's impossible not to reciprocate his feelings; he saved me last night, held me close and kept me safe. And now that I know how he truly feels... it changes everything.

With a small gasp, I reach up to touch his face, my fingers trailing across his cheek before settling on the back of his hand. "I think I feel the same way," I whisper hoarsely. There's no use pretending anymore; this attraction between us is too strong to ignore. The future might be uncertain, but for now... all that matters is them.

My heart stutters in my chest as he speaks these words; they feel too good to be true, like some sort of dream I'm afraid to wake up from. But the look in his eyes tells me that he means it, and for the first time in a long while, hope begins to flicker back to life inside me.

I lean forward, closing the distance between us, my lips pressing softly against his. There's so much I want to say, but words seem inadequate compared to the intensity of this moment. All I can do is express myself through the gentle movement of my lips and the trembling of my hands as they explore his body.

As we stand there, lost in each other, it feels like anything is possible. We've been through so much together already... but perhaps the most incredible part of this story has yet to be written.

There's no need to say anything; our hearts are already speaking volumes. All I can do is smile up at him, my fingers tangled in his hair as we continue to explore each other's lips and the sensitive skin beneath them. It feels like every touch unlocks another piece of ourselves, revealing a side we never knew existed. And as our passion grows, it becomes clear that this connection between us is stronger than anything else in the world... and nothing can tear us apart.

Nodding, I pull away just enough to see his face clearly. The flush in his cheeks matches my own, and I feel a strange mix of shyness and desire course through me as I look at him like this. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walk over to the bed, lowering myself down next to him so that we're sitting shoulder-to-shoulder.

I reach out to gently run my hand along his arm, feeling the strength and warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. "This feels... right," I whisper softly, still struggling to find the words to express what I'm feeling. It's as if everything in me has been waiting for this moment, like some long-lost piece of myself has finally come home.

It takes me a moment to realize that he's asking me what I'm doing now. As if there's any other place I could be than here, with him. "I... I don't know," I admit quietly. "I just feel like this is where I belong." There's no pride in my voice as I say it; just the raw honesty of someone who has finally found their way home.