Attempt #7 - Unforgivable Atrocities

                                    

                                          
United States, Illinois 2017 AD
                          
Date: September 15, 2017
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
*WARNING: ABUSE AND MENTIONS OF RAPE*
                          
I wouldn't say that Amadeus was a particularly strong or weak person. She wasn't some woman who had superhero strength and could fend off any attacker, but she also wasn't like a weak newborn fawn. She was average. 
                          
She had spent most of her teenage life trying to end her life and hadn't spent much time thinking about taking self-defense classes or anything related to defense. She hadn't thought that she would make it past eighteen. After all, as she had been informed by her mother more than once, she was a mistake and mistakes never made it very far in life. She believed wholeheartedly that her mother was right. 
                          
So, now, years down the line, she silently regretted believing her wretched mother's words. She had something to live for now, but it seemed like that was soon to be taken from her. She wished that she had paid more attention to her surroundings. She wished she hadn't forgotten her pocket knife at home, the first time in over a year. She wished she had asked Avon to pick her up from work like she had offered minutes before Amadeus departed the building. As she stood before the quintet of men, she regretted every serving them their drinks. 
                          
They smiled at her viciously, their intents clearly written on their faces. She took a step back only to run into the chest of one of the five. She stared back at him, moving away, but not quick enough. He grabbed her upper arm in a tight grip, yanking her back towards him. She tried to push away from him, beating her one available arm on his muscled chest. He simply laughed at her weak attempt for survival. 
                          
Before she knew it, she had been dragged into an alleyway and thrown to the ground. The five men stood above her, laughing at her horrified face. With each misuse, their voices started to blend together, their faces become nothing, but black circles with eyes and mouths. They laughed at her as they ripped off her pants, laughed as she cried and screamed for help and they laughed as they silenced her with a stab to the chest as they left. They snickered all the way out of the alleyway as they left her in a pool of her own blood. 
                          
She laid there for hours, waiting for death, but it seemed to never come. Eventually, after almost three hours, she pulled herself up, grabbing her pants and underwear that had been thrown a few feet away. With an incredible amount of effort, she slid them back on her bruised legs. She grabbed onto the dumpster next to her, heaving herself up. She knew, in the back of her mind, that she should go to the hospital, that she should file a police report. But, after everything that had just happened, she wasn't thinking straight. She started to head back to the apartment, she didn't want to see anyone, she could still feel their hands touching. She could still smell their foul smelling breath. She wanted to be clean, she felt so dirty, so used. 
                          
On her way back to the apartment, she passed by Avon's work and as if God was against her, there Lander, Avon's boyfriend, stood. He was staring out at the street, stood in front of the shop, in a black suit and tie. Once he saw her, against his nature entirely, he called out to her.