“Now hold still.” I look up at him with heavy eyes filled with tears. I feel as the alcohol slowly takes over my body, my mind starting to go black. “Stop,” I say lowly. Did I say it out loud? I must’ve. But he’s not stopping. Maybe I didn’t. There’s a loud bang and a sharp pain shoots across my head. Did he just… No he couldn’t have. He did. He banged my head against his car window. “Ow that hurt,” I say calmly. Another bang, another pain. He did it again. Why? “Ow, that really hurts,” I say again. Another shooting pain. He’s doing it on purpose. He’s trying to knock me out, shut me up. “I’m going to come in you. You want me to come in you.” He says. Why does it sound evil? “No!” I say, panicking. I can’t tell what’s happening, but I know I don’t want that. “Um, come on my tits,” I scramble, begging this man not to finish in me. “Anything you want baby.” I don’t want this. I don’t want him. I want him to stop. “I want you to stop,” I say meekly. Again he bangs my head against the window. He only hurts me when I want him to stop. Noted. I let the alcohol numb me as I go silent. Maybe it will be over soon.