I struggled into a sitting position; my gluteus maximus muscles screaming in protest. Behind me I heard a low cough like laugh, it seemed to echo into the back of my skull shaking and rattling my brain until I thought I would scream. This is when I remembered what he did to me. How he touched me, no matter my protests. How he would chuckle the same dark laugh, when I flinched when he went to hit me, when I cried out in agony of how heavy he was. I then remembered what happened before I fainted, how he pressed against me until I could not breathe, who knows what he did to me while I was unconscious, why everything hurt so badly and how my head kept profusely bleeding. The chuckle from the figure behind me continued until he slurred "good morning precious, sleep well?" But in his drunken state it sounded more like gur mornin prus, slee well? All the while profusely drooling think foaming dribble. I had to clench my nails into my palms to retain from violently shaking, when I looked down, I saw dark purple- red rings circling around my wrists and ankles. I rubbed at them aimlessly to get rid of the deep marks.