She knows not her fate. She went willingly on a blindate. All she knew was he liked Goth and Hip-hop. She knows him from Facebook, so what could go wrong? She left no address no forwarding phone. She is a woman, not some girl in her teens. Nothing will happen, so why do you scream?
OMG, she thought. I am the one who screams. I am awake, this is not a dream. I met him here, in a dark faraway place. I thought for a party, but I am disgraced. I am held captive, I am being raped. Not just by him, but by anyone with some cash to scrape.
I need to close my eyes, I want to lay down and die. What have I done? Leave me alone! Let me go, I cry and cry! I have been cracked. I will die. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for his lie?
I barely knew him. We had so many friends in common. Well, on Facebook..I am such a moron! I never thought this would happen to me. I thought I had it under control, see! No one knows where I am. I went out, I left, on a whim-wham! I have walked into my death. Trapped into rape until used up, then I will be disposed of, killed or maimed. How could I have been so lame?
Oh no, here comes another one. I can not do this anymore. Please, Dear Lord, I pray. Please take me away. Somewhere peaceful, and soothing. Someplace pleasant and moving.
This is the place. My happy place. My side of heaven. Please let me in, God I embrace. I close my eyes, I draw my last breath.
Murder isn’t so bad, when followed by death.
by Renee Robinson