All I could feel was pain searing through my body. My head was pounding and it was so bright. My entire body felt heavy and I could feel my eyelids fluttering as I tried to open them. My hips and groin were on fire. Why was I moving? Why did I hurt so bad? Slowly sounds started coming to me, as if the whole world was on mute and someone was slowly turning up the volume. Lots of voices, people talking and laughing, and lots of movement. I could hear chairs scraping across the floor and the sounds of chewing. Was that somebody crying in the background?

The air around me began to take on a stale odor. Sweat and alcohol assaulted my nose. I tried once more to open my eyes. My head throbbed mercilessly as I squinted at the ceiling. Bright lights glared back at me and I squeezed my eyes shut once more. The room was still getting louder and I was so heavy I could barely breathe. I tried to suck in a lungful of air and immediately felt the ache rise up in my chest, burning my raw throat. I could hear something near my ear, whispering to me. Bolts of pain were shooting up through my body. How was I moving when I was so heavy?

I blinked my eyes once again, willing them to stay open. My ears were ringing and I tilted my head to the right to try to get a look around. The room was spinning but I could make out the shapes of people everywhere, sitting at table, walking around, standing in groups. I noticed a figure in my peripheral and I craned my neck to see it better. It was a young girl, no older than fourteen, lying on her back, her head turned limply to the side, lifeless eyes staring back at me. She was wearing a white dress, the bottom stained red by the same blood spilling out across her thighs. Bruises covered her face and body. I stared at her, the room still spinning around me, the ringing in my ears louder than ever.

More pain ripped through my body and I weakly turned my head to the left, trying desperately to make sense out of everything going on and willing my mind to think clearly. Everything was fading in and out, the bright lights overhead making it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I blinked twice, squinting my eyes, and realized with a start that I was face to face with a man.

He smiled wide, his lips curling up to reveal a mouthful of dirty teeth. He was tanned, with a broad face, a square jaw and a big, flat nose. His eyes were black and he was bald, but the mustache on his face was a dark brown color. I stared intently a him for what seemed like hours until it finally began to make sense. The pain. Why I was moving but so heavy. The sounds in my ear. He was on top of me...inside of me...I opened my mouth to scream but my throat burned and no sound came but a tiny whine.

I lifted my hands, weakly trying to push him off of me. I could feel the hot tears spilling down my face and my head throbbed harder. The man reared back and laughed, his voice deep, and he thrust inside of me harder. I felt like I was being ripped apart.

With all the strength I could muster I reached for his face, scratching my fingers across his eyes. He howled in pain and I heard laughter from behind him. I looked up to see a man, his coal black hair shooting up towards the ceiling, laughing whole-heartedly with his arms crossed. I was so intent on him that I didn't see the fist that slammed down on my face before my world turned to black.