Starting

My consciousness began to come to the fore front of my mind. I started to remember myself in a struggle. I  was only 12 years old. The guys I was struggling with were in their twenties. Wire winds across my wrists as I was being bound to a bed. My legs were pulled open and photos were being taken one right after the other. They striped and cut the clothes off of me and more and more pictures were taken. "Open your mouth and you will want to die." One of them would say. They started to play with me to make me grow. More pictures are taken. I screamed and they hit me in on my head. I ended up opening my eyes and I  found out that my nightmares were real. There is a man lying on top of me naked, soaked with sweat. I tried to move my arms but they were still tied down to the bed. The other man was lying between my legs. I started to cry because I didn't know what to do. I fell asleep after what seems like hours. When I woke up the next time I was being slapped up the side of the head. Here is where they started to tell me the rules. 1. Tell anyone, and you will be known as the whore. 2. I will rip your ass apart, fucking you like there was no tomorrow. 3. No one will ever like you except for us. We like you just the way you are. 4. Tell your parents and they will disown you. You fucking Gay. Aren't they Christians? What would they say. 5. I know where you live. I didn't say anything I just nodded my head.