Rape #2
Well, I was totally screwed. The last thing I wanted to do was work, but I had to. I had to put my feelings aside and do what I needed to. I wasn't really hurt physically, and I managed to convince him to use protection, that I had recently contracted syphilis and treatment wasn't finished yet. Thank GOD he used protection so I don't have to be terrified for the next year. Somy clients wouldn't be in danger. It was still horribly difficult though, I kept making excuses about the rent, car etc. I pawned what I could.
On Monday the 14th, a new client contacted me and booked an appointment for 10am that Wednesday. Tuesday morning, Scott contacted me, saying he knew it was short notice but would I be available for an all day/overnight appointment that day? Yay! I knew him, felt comfortable with him, and the bills would finally get paid.
I had another wonderful time with Scott. I even ended up telling him what had happened, and he acted suitably outraged and spoiled me the rest of the night.
The next morning, I was running super late for my 10 AM appointment, and told myself I didn't have time to do the bank drop. Fucking idiot! But lightning never strikes twice, hey? That was the first time in 12 years something bad happened, what were the odds????
"Peter" showed up at 10 am. This time there wasn't even a pretence at being a client. As soon as we got into the bedroom, he pulled out the gun and pistol whipped me across the left side of my face. He beat me. He poured
hot wax on me. He ripped out my hair. He cut me. He stuck dildo's with a tail at the end up my ass and made me crawl around pretending to be a horse and went at me with a riding crop. He stuck a lit cigarette up my nose, inside my mouth and inside my vagina. He fucked my mouth, vagina, and bum first with his cock and then with the gun, until I was torn to pieces and pouring blood from everywhere. He dunked my head in a toilet bowl repeatedly till I was half drowned. He made me do things so humiliating I can't even talk about them. Thank God I also convinced him to use protection. This went on for FIVE hours.
Finally he told me to give him all my money, and that's where a few clues came in. First, he shoved me to the same spot I had had money before. Oooops. There was $300 there. "You fucking bitch, I know you have at least $6k!. Oooops again. How would he know the exact amount Scott had just paid me, and that I still had it? Followed me from Scott's to make sure I didn't stop at the bank? I don't know. He seemed to realize his mistakes
and gave me a sharp look, but I gave no reaction and played dumb. I could barely walk at this point, never mind think. I think they also assumed I always kept a lot of money in the house, as there was only what Scott
had paid me and he seemed disappointed. I really think he seriously considered killing me then. I gave him the money and he left. I called an ambulance this time.
So here I sit. Brutalized. Traumatized. An eviction notice on my door. No food in the house. I can't work. I could try and cover up bruises and black eyes with makeup but that's not effective. I'm still bleeding intermittently from both ends as well as in serious pain. But I have no family to help me and my small circle of friends are either travelling or live on $800/mo, so I have to soldier on and do the best I can.
What else can I do? Tell my daughter she can't eat? Give up everything I have and take her to live in a shelter? What a fucking comedy of errors
What I DO know though is that this is NOT going to stop me. I have been in this business off and on for over 12 years and this is the first time anything remotely bad has happened, compared to the many wonderful clients and friends I have met. I have my dreams and my plans, and I will not live in fear. They will NOT stop me.
For now though...I am totally fucked but I have to have faith that things will work out. Thank you for reading. I'm going to post a list of lessons and guidelines for this kind of situation, but I'm too exhausted tonight.
Well, I was totally screwed. The last thing I wanted to do was work, but I had to. I had to put my feelings aside and do what I needed to. I wasn't really hurt physically, and I managed to convince him to use protection, that I had recently contracted syphilis and treatment wasn't finished yet. Thank GOD he used protection so I don't have to be terrified for the next year. Somy clients wouldn't be in danger. It was still horribly difficult though, I kept making excuses about the rent, car etc. I pawned what I could.
On Monday the 14th, a new client contacted me and booked an appointment for 10am that Wednesday. Tuesday morning, Scott contacted me, saying he knew it was short notice but would I be available for an all day/overnight appointment that day? Yay! I knew him, felt comfortable with him, and the bills would finally get paid.
I had another wonderful time with Scott. I even ended up telling him what had happened, and he acted suitably outraged and spoiled me the rest of the night.
The next morning, I was running super late for my 10 AM appointment, and told myself I didn't have time to do the bank drop. Fucking idiot! But lightning never strikes twice, hey? That was the first time in 12 years something bad happened, what were the odds????
"Peter" showed up at 10 am. This time there wasn't even a pretence at being a client. As soon as we got into the bedroom, he pulled out the gun and pistol whipped me across the left side of my face. He beat me. He poured
hot wax on me. He ripped out my hair. He cut me. He stuck dildo's with a tail at the end up my ass and made me crawl around pretending to be a horse and went at me with a riding crop. He stuck a lit cigarette up my nose, inside my mouth and inside my vagina. He fucked my mouth, vagina, and bum first with his cock and then with the gun, until I was torn to pieces and pouring blood from everywhere. He dunked my head in a toilet bowl repeatedly till I was half drowned. He made me do things so humiliating I can't even talk about them. Thank God I also convinced him to use protection. This went on for FIVE hours.
Finally he told me to give him all my money, and that's where a few clues came in. First, he shoved me to the same spot I had had money before. Oooops. There was $300 there. "You fucking bitch, I know you have at least $6k!. Oooops again. How would he know the exact amount Scott had just paid me, and that I still had it? Followed me from Scott's to make sure I didn't stop at the bank? I don't know. He seemed to realize his mistakes
and gave me a sharp look, but I gave no reaction and played dumb. I could barely walk at this point, never mind think. I think they also assumed I always kept a lot of money in the house, as there was only what Scott
had paid me and he seemed disappointed. I really think he seriously considered killing me then. I gave him the money and he left. I called an ambulance this time.
So here I sit. Brutalized. Traumatized. An eviction notice on my door. No food in the house. I can't work. I could try and cover up bruises and black eyes with makeup but that's not effective. I'm still bleeding intermittently from both ends as well as in serious pain. But I have no family to help me and my small circle of friends are either travelling or live on $800/mo, so I have to soldier on and do the best I can.
What else can I do? Tell my daughter she can't eat? Give up everything I have and take her to live in a shelter? What a fucking comedy of errors
What I DO know though is that this is NOT going to stop me. I have been in this business off and on for over 12 years and this is the first time anything remotely bad has happened, compared to the many wonderful clients and friends I have met. I have my dreams and my plans, and I will not live in fear. They will NOT stop me.
For now though...I am totally fucked but I have to have faith that things will work out. Thank you for reading. I'm going to post a list of lessons and guidelines for this kind of situation, but I'm too exhausted tonight.
