He stood by the bed. It’s finally over’ he’s finished. I didn’t like the way he always looked at me, he wasn’t a very nice man. All of a sudden he makes a loud grunt and puts even more of his weight on me as he collapses on me. As I push my skirt down to cover myself. I try to think of anything but what is happening to me. Oh god, it was awful, I was so embarrassed. He liked young white girls and she was a pretty young thing, also very naïve, which he had taken full advantage off. He gets up of the bed, I see his penis hanging limp now, there’s blood on it. Why is he doing this? I’m being fucked by this horrible Pakistani man. Don’t go to the police” I pleaded crying. I’m being fucked by this horrible Pakistani man. I didn’t want him looking at me. The back room wasn’t very clean he had a bed in the corner a table and two chairs a TV and lots of boxes and stores piled up around the room even the chairs
