I tried to get out but before I could get my legs over the edge of my van to get out, he grabbed me and pulled me back then closed my trunk door. I was locked in my own car with a guy I didn’t know or trust. I started hyperventilating and insisted he let me go because of my claustrophobia but he just unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them, along with his boxers, down. I started shaking my head profusely, until a strong force grabbed the back of my neck forcing it down.
He made me go down on him. Makeup ruined from the tears and heart beating fast from fear, he pulled my head up and looked at me, spitting in my face. Before I knew it, I was completely nude. I don’t think it’s necessary to say the details of the gruesome encounter, but it definitely was not mutual and he did not have consent. I started putting my clothes back on and he was just staring at me, eyes as dark and cold as a winter’s night.
I heard a door close and all of a sudden, my trunk door flew open and I saw Vicky, asking me if I had a good time. I just got my keys, told her to get in the car, and we took off. A few miles down the road, I couldn’t take it any longer and began to have a panic attack. I pulled over to the side of the road and started shaking profusely.
