Vinay started fucking me while I was sleeping over him and Om kept biting and pinching my tits. Vinay fucked me for 5 min and stopped.Then Om lifted m...e up like girl and carried to bedroom. He threw me on bed like sex slut. He came besides me and he put a black colored cloth on my eyes. He tied my eyes with black cloth and then he tied both my hands and legs to the bed. Now I was helpless on bed lied on my stomach. Then again I started feeling cold over my ass hole. I knew that was ice again.. . I mean that I marched up to him infront of her.I told him in no uncertain words that I knew exactly what he had put intoher drink. The girl's eyes went wide and she put the drink down, probablyvery thankful that she hadn't tasted it yet. you think of this day andage that no girl would actually take a drink that wasn't from thebartender or a friend but things happen. The guy tried to say he didn'tput anything in the drink, so I challenged him to drink his drink.There was a look of hesitation. Most nights he fell asleep before me, and I listened to the sound of his breathing, the calm evenness sending me off to sleep better than anything else could. He woke me thrice more in the night with shouts and screams, the sound of my name twisted in panic. We ran at night, ran until we were both dropping from exhaustion, and only then would he tell me what he saw.Dreams that involved my image getting mixed up with his attacker had mostly dropped off, though they still made appearances. They. ?Please, please, I’m sorry, don’t do this.??Emily,? I said tenderly, ?I’d like you to call me by my name.??Mr. Singer???No, my dear,? I said, still patient. ?My Christian name.? Though I’d known the girl her entire life, and had raised her for most of it, she had never addressed me as anything other than ‘sir.’ Never ‘Uncle Aaron,’ as her father had called me in her presence when she was a young child, and only ‘Mr. Singer’ to friends and acquaintances, and even in her own diary. ?Aaron,? she.