ABORIGINALS

       I started awake. Hands were clasped around my arms and legs, making it impossible for me to move. I fought against the strong hands that were clamping me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly a hand clamped my mouth shut, momentarily disarming me. I could hardly breathe. I blinked wildly trying to decipher the figures in front of me. There were four of them, one holding my arms, one clasping my legs, and the other was clamping my mouth shut. The last one climbed on top of me and sat right over my stomach, pinning me down. I was hopelessly immobilized. Their skin was jet black, their eyes and teeth, a perfect contrast against their skin. They were touching me with brutal roughness. The one on top of me showed my shirt up to my neck and squeezed my breasts hard. My hands fisted and teeth clenched in pain. Their hands were all over me. What are they!? They are going to ruin me. I thrashed against the hands that held me. They were so strong. There