165 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 3 (1/2)

As if those two weren't drunk enough, a smart girl decided to give them another bottle. This time, it was a bottle of wine. Of course, those two were at the phase where they would accept any alcohol.

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Long story short, it was never processed. The complaint was removed as if it never happened. The headmaster dodged the responsibility of being asked about the complaint. The evidence had gone since they broke my phone. I couldn't do anything.

I did what any normal person would do back then, just continue my school life as an ordinary person. However, rumors were spreading. There was a rumor that I was the one having an affair with that teacher. That was simply untrue, I didn't even like that disgusting pedophile at all.

It turned out that the girl whom I reported messed around with the complaint paper. She exchanged the name of the reporter with the name of the perpetrator. The headmaster couldn't do anything I betted, that person would also want to preserve his reputation. He might also have the hearts to make sure that the report didn't go to the committee. Maybe there was still some kindness in that corrupt government employee, but I didn't think too much about it.

That rumor became another public secret among the students. Neither I could do anything to spread it nor I could stop it from happening. It was simply out of my control.

Back to Friday afternoon, there was a van waiting in front of the school. A very black van. I felt uncomfortable around that van as I waited for the bus. As a result, I walked away slowly from that van.

That van that was waiting had begun to move slowly, almost matching my pace. Slowly, the van got too close to me. It was a quiet road without any camera, the situation wasn't good for me. Suddenly, the van door opened and I got snatched inside of that van

I screamed, but one of them covered my mouth with a dirty rag. There were more than six different people inside of the van. Five of them were male and one of them was female.

The driver was smoking a cigarette. ”What should we do with her first, boss?” He asked the others.

”You know, what do you want girl?” He poked my back rudely. His face was full of scars and there was a large ring inside of his mouth and nose. He was scary, he was a local gangster.

”Mmmhhh, mmmmghhh.” I struggled, but one of them had tied me down to a chair.

”Boss, it looks like this girl wants to have some fun,” The driver said.

”Great, there's a dark hidden empty lot near here. No one will suspect anything if we do something to her there,” he said.

The van took us through the roads of the old town. They were heading to the east direction of that old town. They were most likely to be heading for the outskirts of the town. They were basically heading to our residential area.

”C'mon, Andrew, just get to the point.” One of them started undressing me. I screamed as loud as I could, but that damned rag made me muffled.

”Stop screaming bitch!” One of them slapped me and punched me in the guts. As they undressed me, they beat me up until I went unconscious. I was barely conscious during that kidnapping. I clearly could feel something coming in and out.

Yes, I was raped on that day. Those bloody kidnappers raped me without any mercy, all of these five used me as their toy. Could you even imagine Patrick? five of them were using me. Not stopping there, it took them hours until they finished.

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”I see.' Patrick gulped his glass of wine as he sat down on the upper deck of the main base.

”Could you even imagine how I felt?” Lynn started crying. Patrick could not do anything to calm her down. It was a natural reaction when you remembered what made you became traumatized. Patrick just tried to calm her down.

”I was involved in this story after that wasn't I?” Patrick asked.

”Yeah. You were involved,” Lynn said.

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There I was, laying down in the ground on an empty road located very far away from the residential area. My clothes were torn apart and blood was coming out from my belly. I didn't have any phone neither I could scream or shout.

It wasn't only a rape, they were murdering me. The hot liquid was coming out of my belly. My hands were slashed multiple times. I felt so weak, the pain in my crotch would not even go away.