The Girl in the Treehouse by Jennifer Asbenson

Author:Jennifer Asbenson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Asbenson
Published: 2019-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

This field was well known. The road in was long, bumpy, and lined with telephone poles.

It was large and mostly abandoned, traveled only by men in white trucks who worked for the city and needed to fix telephone poles or by people with large junk to throw out, such as mattresses, refrigerators, and dishwashers. Not until I visited this enormous landfill did I ever imagine bodies could also be dumped there.

As the vehicle’s tires met the dirt, I stared at the first telephone pole on the long road. Occasionally, I heard a rock bang the bottom of the car. Dust was the only thing that interrupted my view of the telephone poles to come. My brain scrambled all over the place, and I felt all of its cells ignite. My vision tunneled. Each telephone pole told me a story, and I listened intently. The first one told me that I would indeed be hurt. The second said that I would be raped. The third explained the horrifying experience was going to be worse than I imagined. Each pass of a telephone pole led us deeper into the isolated desert. The forth telephone pole told me I would never leave this desert, and the fifth said I’d be dumped like trash.

Unexplainably, I still felt hope—an ambition motivated by fear.

Once the poles in my view ended, the car came to a stop. The man put up my seat. We were far from civilization—the perfect place to commit a crime and not be caught.

He reached over and took off my shoes and struck me in the face with them. He pulled at my jean shorts; he grabbed his knife and cut at them. He eventually just used his hands to remove them because it would have taken too long to use the knife. He cut off my underwear. With his creepy little knife in hand, he reached under my oversized sweatshirt and cut off my bra.

It was then I knew he had done this before. He never attempted to remove my sweatshirt. Why would he? My hands were tied. It would not have come off. A novice would have tried. Every move the man made was calm, calculated, and precise.

He grabbed my underwear and forcibly shoved them into my mouth. His fingers were in my mouth and his other hand on the back of my head. As he pushed them into my throat, the pressure began to tear the corners of my mouth. I started to gag. He continued. My eyes began to water. By now, I had no thoughts; my body was just reacting to the pain. I cringed and twitched often. He tied the bra around my head to hold the underwear in place.

He moved his focus to his own body. He pulled his pants to his knees and climbed on top of me. He adjusted himself and attempted to rape me. With every part of my being, I bore down and tried not to feel the sexual activity. My mind went elsewhere.

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