One of my very dear friends thought she could trust a guy from her youth group as well. He invited her back to his house and offered her a drink, only to slip something in it. Hours later she realized he had raped her. Her pants were in a heap on the floor and her shirt was all disheveled. He violated her trust, her body and her sense of security.

Now imagine a young fifteen year old, just starting in high school, out for a night of partying with her friends. Young and na�ve, she has too much to drink, her friends too preoccupied with themselves to watch out for her as they should have been doing. A young man, no more than a few months her senior takes her into a room and uses her vulnerability to his advantage. She remembers nothing the next morning and faces taunts as he boasts about how he nailed the hot popular blonde freshman. He teases her with the details, as she remembers nothing. All she feels is confusion, guilt and self-loathing. Her first experience, she won�t remember. Tears fall down her face as she realizes he has stolen something she can never get back, her virginity.

Then there�s the eighteen year old who was always so cautious about who she partied with. Taking care to always watch her drink and be around friends she could trust. Till one night two of those �friends� realize she�s had a bit too much wine and coax her into the bedroom and get off on her drunken stupor. It had to have been awful sex. How could she have known what she was doing if when she sobered up she didn�t even know where she was. Confused as to why her naked body was exposed and she was sandwiched by her two naked �friends.� The guilt, the fear, the hurt are so overwhelming. She wonders how they could do this to her? They were supposed to be people she could trust. One of them had a girlfriend for God�s sakes! Did they use a condom? Why does it feel like her crotch is on fire? She sneaks off to the bathroom and repeatedly scrubs her body, attempting to remove the filth from her skin. Her vagina is torn, scratch marks are on her chest, and a bruise is setting in on her arm. The loneliness and overwhelming grief consume her as she sinks to the shower floor, her body shakes as she struggles to comprehend the night�s events. She feels damaged, tainted. Who will want her now? How will she trust anyone again? The emotions consume her mind and she realizes she has to escape, but her cell is dead meaning she must wait until morning in that house of sin before she can be free. Her ride home is one of the violators and she struggles to keep herself from reaching into his chest and ripping his heart out (if he even has one) and even fakes a smile as she exits his car.

None of these girls spoke up about their crimes until weeks, months or even a year after they had been committed. The guilt and anguish prevented them from doing so. You try to forget it happened, hoping if you pretend hard enough maybe it will just go away.

What makes someone think he can take advantage of an innocent girl and take something so precious away from her? Does he not have any remorse? Just because you are twice her size and could pin her down against her will doesn�t mean you should! Who the fuck do you think you are?! What makes these bastards think they can get away with this? Women are not there to satisfy every sick craving that crosses your perverted mind! We have rights! Our bodies are our property, you DO NOT have the right to do as you please with them! What? Does it make you feel more like a man to make a girl cry as you rip apart her insides? Do you get some sort of high while you shove your tongue down her throat as she tries unsuccessfully to push you off of her? Do you not understand the damage that one night can have on a woman�s life? Do you realize her trust in mankind diminishes, and her self-confidence plummets to the ground?

It takes years to recover from that one miserable incident. To forget the fear that overcomes her when her new partner is rough with her in the slightest way, even if it is just heat of the moment. His seemingly innocent touch can send you into tears, all because one sick fucker wanted to have a little �fun.� Yeah well how much �fun� would it be for a woman to pin you down and shove things up your ass? What if the more �submissive� sex could suddenly overpower you? Would you be frightened? I hope you fuckers are tried and jailed for your perversion. That some inmate makes you his bitch and violates you the way you violated your object of tainted lust. Then you might know how it feels to lose your dignity. Then you might know the pain and anguish you caused us by your sick little venture. Your actions will never be forgotten and never be forgiven. May God take pity on your cold heart and sentence your evil soul accordingly. May He put you through the hell your victims had to suffer, for your selfish greed. For then may it only near the hell your victims live through each and every day of their lives.

Ladies, be careful who you trust. I�ve told of four instances where the women have fallen prey to people they knew and thought they could trust. Most rapes are committed by men the women have associated with, rather than random strangers. I�m not saying that you shouldn�t trust anyone, but be careful who you do. Don�t go to parties, bars or any social even alone. And if you leave your drink alone, even for a second, don�t even think about finishing it. Simple precautions like that can lower your chances greatly.

To all the women out there who have fallen prey to these sick bastards, realize that you need to speak out. Get help. Let yourself be healed, seek comfort in your friends, and if not in them then in a qualified counselor. Don�t let rape get the best of you. Do not give it the satisfaction. Make him pay for his heinous greedy actions. Rape is not a crime of sexual intent, it is a crime of violence. Don�t let the violence continue. Stop it before it happens again.