I scream as they undress me, trying hard to avoid this, knowing damn well I can't. I want to get out of this bar full of big bikers ready to rape me. But I know that it won't happen. Finally in my bra and panties, I scream and try to twist away from them. "Please, please, don't do this, God!" I scream at them. I am desperate, scrabbling for my torn clothing, whimpering in fear and pain. This is so cliché, a hitch hiker getting hurt. "Please!!!!!! STOP!"
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