I never saw his foot coming until it was too late. A split second after he made contact with my stomach I was doubled over in pain. Above me I could hear him trilling. That was their way of laughing.
"Come eta fight me, don't be so weak," he said, taunting me.
As I struggled to catch me breath, I made sure to stay down on the floor as submissive as I could be, hoping, praying that he would get bored and dismiss me. But the pain was so great that tears just started rolling down my face. Then the sound I have come to dread, the trilling sound of their laughter, only it was not coming from my attacker, it was coming from behind me.