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shiver went up
my spine for some unknown reason. I shrugged it off and entered.
    Upon exiting the
bathroom, I notice the darkly lit hallway has become crowded. I walk into a crowd
of drunken men. I made my excuses and proceeded to get by them. One of them
grabbed my arm and spun me around so hard it hurt. I could feel my arm begin to
bruise.  
    “Come, have some fun with
us?” the man taunted. “You look like you need a good time, and pretty little
lady, I will give you a mighty fine good time,” he said, dragging out each word
in that Southern drawl.
    I could smell the alcohol
on him. The odor was so overpowering, I wanted to throw up from the stench.
This man was average height and build. He was a bit pudgy in the middle. His
dark pants maybe a size to small. He had dark hair and a receding hairline. He
looked a little old for this type of bar. I noticed the crooked smile, the way
he leered at me scared me. I could hear the other men laugh. It was going to be
one of those day. Having to hear the cat calls by drunken men. Now I remember
why I avoided the party scene.  
    I saw another younger man,
in a white button up shirt with long sleeves. His purple geometric tie was
loose around his collar. He looked like he was a business professional. I could
smell the alcohol and cologne on him. This man terrified me. He was taller than
the other man, leaner, fitter, muscled. This man could break me in half if he
so desired to. He reminded me of someone who spent his time in a gym. Maybe a
few fights from the way his nose was positioned? It leaned more to the left
side of his face. His jaw was squared and his lips set into a frim scowl. I
vaguely noticed that he was beginning to roll up his sleeves.
    I attempted a smile and
tried to continue on my way. I tried to ignore the insults as I made my way
through the crowd. I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me back. In fear I tried
to break free and run but it was useless. The men held me tight and dragged me
toward the EXIT sign. I tried to scream but I knew my voice could not be heard
over the music playing. I felt a heavy punch to my face. I was stunned silent
from the blow. My mind was confused about what had just happened. I could not
open my eye. It was now swollen shut. I felt the tears on my cheeks. I was
crying from the pain and fear.
    Suddenly my survival
instincts kicked in. I was not going to go without a fight. I let out another
yell, I scratched the man that held me tight. I twisted myself into a position
and bit his arm. The man let go quickly and yelled something unintelligible. I
fell to the floor and landed on my belly. I felt another blow this time to my
ribs. I heard a crack and I could not breath. The wind was knocked out of me.
The broken rib making it impossible to breath. I felt the sharp catch of each
breath. I could not yell. I felt more hands roughly lift me up and carry me out
of the bar. I felt the cool air on my face. This helped me a bit. I was not
going to die here. I wanted to scream for Axel, but the noise of Bourbon Street
drowned out my screams.
    *****
    So vividly I remember
that night. It was one that has filled me with shame. Those drunken men beat me
to an inch within my life. If I allow myself I can still feel their hands on me,
touching me, grabbing me, hitting me. I can still feel them inside of me and I
remember fighting back until I could no longer fight. I could feel the cold
dampness of the Louisiana air on my skin. They carried me away. I was in and
out of consciousness. They must have taken me somewhere.
    I heard a gate creak
loudly and something cold touch my back. I was beaten, broken and waiting for
death. I could taste my blood in my mouth. I felt the warmth of the blood
pooling from my head. My cheek felt broken, it hurt so bad and throbbed. My
hands and fingers hurt, they must have broken my fingers. I could feel them
swelling. I fought until there was no life left.
    I heard one of the men
laugh.
    “This one is a lot of
fun. She