This is the first phase of second group’s second account. I was curling up all of my hands and fingers in a traumatized position, as my abuser held me on his lap. I sat on his lap, leaned on his chest, with my right curled-up hand onto his right upper shoulder and left hand onto his chest, spreading both of my legs opened around his waist, as a little girl. He was stroking my lower back gently for a long time, as I was crying and he said, “it’s alright, it’s okay.”

He then placed his hand onto my butt, as he was feeling my white undies. It went for a very long time. He grabbed his penis out of his pants, removed my undies gradually to the floor, as he inserted it into my genital. The rape went stationary the entire way. My abusers were daily raping and molesting me, for my entire 24 years of life nonstop. They could have chose not to harm me, but unfortunately they chose to do so, leaving me permanent wounds and damage that cannot be healed.