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She was only fourteen years old. This is the story that she told. There was a house, the color green - Not even close to being clean. She always wondered what was there - Walking by it without a care. One day, a car was parked outside. She was curious but decided to hide. Soon, a girl raced out with nothing on - She tripped and fell upon the lawn. A guy came out and yelled at her - Chasing her away as she ran faster. The curious girl got spotted by the guy.  He said "I've got something for you, you little spy." She got scared and started to walk away.The guy said, "Stop, now! We're going to play!" Without a choice the guy grabbed her tight. Struggling to get free she put up a fight. He brought her into the house, that was only one room.All that was there was one bed and one broom. "We're gonna have fun," the guy said with a grin. "This will be easy because your so thin." He pushed her down upon the bed - "NO! NO!" she frightfully said. Over and over she repeated that word. But he just continued as if he never heard. Ripping her clothes off, admiring what he saw. He didn't care that he was breaking the law. He tied the girl up, her legs and her arms. He taped her mouth so she wouldn't make any alarm. Stripping of his clothes he got on the bed - Ordering her violently, he told her to give head. Out of her mouth and in between her legs it went - She wanted it to stop, this horrible torment. Tears now streaming down her face - The guy enjoyed it as he picked up the pace. Harder and faster, the guy wouldn't stop! Her face being tickled by every teardrop. He ran his fingers over her body - Acting very, very naughty. He licked every spot his fingers went - She absolutely did not assent. He rubbed across her chest and then - His pace got faster, once again. Then he stopped, and untied her - Shoving her the clothes that were beside her. Now he pushed her onto the floor - Yelling at her to go out the door. She ran away, far from that place. Running faster, she picked up her pace. She never returned to that house, colored green - She was raped, and she was only fourteen.
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