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Let me tell you the story of what really happened that night.

I had just got off duty was in the shower when someone came up behind me and pulled me from the bathroom to my bed.  Dragging me like a rag doll.



Thrown on my bed and trying to scream I heard her voice.  “Tardy if you yell I will cut off you tits right now”.  Tears rolling down my eyes I didn’t know what would/could happen next.  Suddenly my legs were thrust open. I scream stop it.  She laughed and said that I would make a good lesbian if my boobs weren’t so big. I felt the hands all over my body as the cuffs went on. Attached to the top of the bed I kept crying, struggling, trying to get away. I heard her say “ you know you want this” I felt the knife touch my area she laughed If you don’t shut up I swear to God Tardy I’ll cut it out.  All I could do was whimper and cry as she keeps penetrating me with something.  Something cold and long telling me how I should enjoy it.  She had her way with me that night. After she was finished bruising what little part of me was left she threw me in a wall locker when I felt mice and other things all around me biting me in my back and places I could not even imagine.



I screamed for her to let me out and after what seemed like hours she did.  Then in the greatest of all devastation that threw me.  Me, my naked, bleeding body into the shower and said “bitch, you need to get clean you’re dirty”.  I smelled the Neutrogena bar as it hit my face water running in the tub and my abuser began trying to drown me.  I thought that night that she was going to kill me.  I even admit in those moments I wanted to die, but now here I am almost 9 years later still alive, having children and knowing some day soon I will have justice.  So this is the truth and nothing but about my time at WPNY.