Hector\'s betrayal

I have been raped. Me, the girl who always worked so hard to remain pure. My body was used, tampered with, broken and abandoned in a slaughterhouse. Isn’t it ironic? I don’t know how much time has passed since then and honestly, I don’t remember much. All I know is that Manuelo Gonzales has taken away my will to live. I’m still laying down on this disgusting table where pigs after pigs have been killed and dismembered. It feels like I will soon suffer the same fate as them. God, what have I done to deserve this? Is it because I failed to maintain my purity like I promised? Is it because I gave myself to Ivan without being married? The cross around my neck is still there even though my clothes are torn and discarded on the floor. It has never been heavier to carry this around. The worst bit about this is that my aggression has been recorded. I bet you anything that the video will be sent to Ivan, if it hasn’t been done already. He’s going to see me having sex with another man. What if h