A woman goes shopping, she spots a sexy dress and decides to buy it. Wanting to look good for her night out, she gets her hair and nails done too. She gets to the club, having a great time dancing and lightly drinking. A guy walks up to her saying how beautiful she is, she replied thank you not wanting to be rude. They ended up dancing together for two songs then decides to sit at the bar for awhile. Tired and getting late, she’s feels it’s time to go home. The guy stops her asking for her number, she said no because she isn’t looking to date. She stated that she hasn’t been out in while due to work and just wanted to have a little fun. She proceeded to walk away, in a quick sudden move the guy grabbed her arm saying that he wasn’t ready for her to go. Taken aback by his action, she pulled away from him and walked off.
Darkness had overcome the sky…
She walked down a quiet street just a few blocks away from her home. Boom! Everything went black.
She opened her eyes, realizing that she had been hit over the head with a blunt object. Head pounding looking around…where am I she said to herself out loud. From the corner of her eyes she could see a dark shadow…who’s there? She called out to the shadow. You made me do this, the shadow stated. You walked in the club with that dress on, dancing with me, teasing me. He walked out from the darkness, she gasped. Why would you do this to me? All I wanted to do was having fun, she cried out. Fun!, he said, you call teasing me fun! So you just wanted to have fun, he laughed. Ok let’s have fun! No please just let me go, she cried out. He grabbed her hair, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He attempts to pull up her dress, she continuously screamed no. Shut up!, he yells at her flexing his hand to smack her across the face. He pulls up her dress, ripping her panties apart and forced his penis inside of her. Nooooooo! Stop Nooooooo! Please stop!! Nooooooooo!!! She screams at the top of her lungs. He puts his hand over her mouth, attempting to subdue her screams. Roughly he thrust himself in and out of her. Feeling defeated, she decided to lay there until it was over, trying to figure a way out in her head. Finished and satisfied, he stands fixing himself and zipping his pants. Now was that so bad? he asks her. Feeling numb, she couldn’t move. Waking up that morning, never in a million years did she ever see it ending up this way. He throws her a rag telling her to wipe off. You know you wanted this, he stated while grinning. Please let me go, she cried. He said, I’ll let you go but you can’t mention this to anyone, threatening to kill her. She promised that she wouldn’t. After getting herself together, she proceeded to walk out of the door. He stopped her, turning her head towards his giving her a kiss. She ran out. After finally finding her way home, she immediately took off all of her clothes and got in the shower, scrubbing her body for hours until it was red and sore. She wanted to call someone but who? If she did, he’d find and kill her.
My question is… Was this her fault? Should she have chosen a different dress? A different hairstyle perhaps. Maybe she should have gone to a different club. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone out at all. So much for wanting to have fun.
When did it become ok to blame the victim? Many stories are coming out about sexual assault. I hear in passing conversations that the women shouldn’t have put herself in a situation for that to happen. So if a woman wants to be an actress, she has to go through the “casting couch” phase first? She has to be objectified to get a leading role? So because he may have a lot of money and has the power to help in her career, she has to feel and suck on his dick whenever he says so? On one hand, I know if I hear about someone being a perv that’ll definitely make me weary about wanting to work with them. Then again, everything you read and/or hear isn’t true so what are you left to do? So it’ll still be my fault if a producer pulls his dick out when I go to an audition? That doesn’t make any sense! When you put money and power into the wrong hands you’ll end up getting a president grabbing broads by the pussy and no one can or will do anything about it. What do you do when there’s a person who can possibly make or break you, especially when you feel like there are no other options? Have you ever once stopped to think why these men and women wait so long to finally come out and say something. The same reason why a rape victim will wait 20 years to tell a family member or friend. Fear, money, career, life, etc.