He laughed at me as i entered through the solid black doors. It wasn't a large building, deserted and hidden. The man, with his brown red tinted hair and his hypnotizing, perfectly circular, blue green eyes viewed my struggled as a mere difficulty to be giggled at. My mind felt like jell-o as i searched to find myself and wrap my hands around the reality of the events that lay ahead.
The room is dimly lit by the yellow glow of the street light outside of the only window to the surrounding world. The walls were made of old drywall painted a dark shade of maroon that made my stomach feel uneasy. The room gave the feeling of loneliness that soon crept over me. My body now aches from the impact of the cement floor compacting the small vertebrae that form the structure of my spine.
He stood above me now. His hands appeared large and controlling. I lay against the cracked drywall as his hands fumble and shake in his attempt to unzip the dark denim jeans that act as a layer of skin on my already existing flesh. My mouth opens in response to his actions, but i do not know what to do with the gaping hole now in my head. I feel like a child waking from a nightmare. The man breathing the same air as i am was no longer the same man i knew. The excruciating pain from my lower abdomen caused my thought process to come to a halt. My head slowly looked downward as my heartbeat increased in speed. Inside my body was the part of a man i'd never seen. The part of a man i didn't want to see.
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