So it finally happened. After days of hearing my friends advices at Lulu's, to not going alone to the streets at night, I eventually did it and got in trouble. I should've known better. Yet the boredom of an almost empty town with few distractions forced me to wander around the streets and take pictures.
 
It was at the top of the hill, where a small wooden shack is, that everything happened. I can still feel his cheap cigar smell, the balded head reflecting with the moonlight. A sadistic look in his eyes, humming a song, like he done this all his life. Focused on the photos I didn't see him coming. He grabbed me from behind and putted a wet rag of cloth over my mouth and nose, pressing firmly. In a matter of seconds I started to feel a strange smell entering my nostrils and going up my head. Things started to get blurry. I tried to punch the mans groins and kick him in the leg, but that just made him furious. He almost chocked me with his arms, but the effect of the drug was to quick for me to feel it. His humming got distant and faded. All went black and the last thing I remember is my body hitting the ground.
 
A cold metal running through my tights and a ripping noise made me wake up. I panicked as I realized I was chained to a wooden cross at the motel, while the man ripped my cloths and exposed my body. My friends advices started to echo in my mind - "don't resist! Let them do what they want, or else it will turn bad and you will get hurt". The problem was that I was already getting hurt. The man started to rape me violently and I could feel my body beeing pressed into the cross. My head hitted the wood a few times. When he decides to go for another run I risk everything. I shout, I force the restraints, I curse the bald man. Nothing. He ignores me. Says he is going to keep me. Asks me if I have friends for him to take. Bitting my lower lip not to give him the pleasure of screaming when he starts rapping me anally I don't realize the blood coming from my mouth. Exausted, with the body scratched by his nails, with the head spinning from the hits in the board and the effects of the drug, I almost fainted. That was when a phone ringed. The guy looked stressfull and went away keeping me chained to the cross. Can't remember how much time it passed. My body was shacking nervously. Called for help. Couldn't hear anyone. Then a strange pair of  men entered. Never seen them before. I become really afraid since they entered whitout saying a word, looking at my body. Afraid I begged them to release me. Luckly they did. They told me to run. I quickly grabbed my ripped clothes and runned as fast as I could to the only safe place I could remember - Lulu's.
 
When I passed through the door I saw Miri and another man, Geiger. I tried to say something. To ask for help. But passed out in front of them.
They took me to the hospital. The doctor took care of me, going through all the steps necessary for me to go to the police. When I came out of the doctors office I was suprised to see Lacie in the waiting room. Couldn't look her in the eyes. All of them warned me and I ignored it. Miri walked me home.
 
So here I am. Just laying in my bed, exausted but afraid to sleep. Just across the wall is the motel room where everything happened. The cross is still there. My head is confused and contraditory toughts mixed with rage and sadness go through me like a tornado.
 
Will I survive this city?