Chapter 441-RIP!
Helanie:
And in the other picture, my face was in focus, with a d*** forced into my mouth. But it wouldn’t look forced in a picture if they tried to twist the contrast. Even when I am visibly crying and are devastated, I would still not want my pictures out.
And then there were so many with my whole body and privates on display while their identities were successfully hidden. There were a few short videos too—more like gifs that failed to show the forced coercion, but they were enough to ruin me.
Lastly, a text message that would make me look even worse. And I wouldn’t be able to show the text to anyone without them thinking I was a part of it.
Unknown: We had fun that night. We can book you again, right? Have your rates gone up, or are they still the same?
I kept staring at the images. There were too many of them. Seeing myself like that in those pictures took me back to that place, to that station.
I remembered how I got up from the ground after thinking I had died and went home. That long walk, while my whole body ached and with almost no clothes on, was humiliating—especially when the neighbors saw me.
Not a single person had the decency to cover me.
They all stared, ogled at my body, and passed comments.
If these images go out, if these clips go viral, everyone will look at me with those same eyes.
I stared into the distance and then started laughing at myself. Did I really think I could live a different life?