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I watch helplessly above myself as he shoves my head into the toilet. The bubbles stopped coming from my nose and mouth a while ago, though he hasn’t noticed. He’s wearing a dark ski mask; I have no idea who he is or why he chose me. About an hour ago, he broke into my apartment and ripped me out of my bed. His fist slammed into my face as I screamed out for help.
My ears rang from the blow, making me too dizzy to fight back. It would have been pointless, anyhow. He was a giant man, and even though I’m no small girl, I was no match for him. He tossed me around my apartment like it was a game. By the time we got to the bathroom, most of my body was numb from the shock. My brain detached from the amount of pain he’d given me. It wasn’t long after he bent me into my own toilet that he began violating me. Now, as a spirit floating above, I want in horror as he fills my unresponsive body with his seed. There and then, I vow to haunt him for the rest of his life.