Awkward, soft-spoken, observer, quite warm, haunted and depressed, pessimistic, slow
Speaks in a low, calm, sorrowful statements; like she carries the weight of a dead body chained to her ankles, then tries to smooth it out with a nervous smile or laugh. Sometimes she seems to forget for a moment, the bright smile her loved ones remembered from before the incidents comes back with childlike glee at a funny moment, until she returns to depression. Her blood still runs cold and her face drops and turns red whenever she’s reminded in even the smallest ways of the man who came in her, and she has to struggle to regain her composure lest she break into inconsolable tears. Not unlike a few of the women she is stuck here with.
She was walking home from a bar on her 21st birthday, wearing a loose, stretchy t-shirt, her small black leather jacket and her favorite dark-blue tight stretchy skinny jeans when she got the worst present of her life—she felt a man shove her flat up against the door of her Subaru from behind, pinning her and quickly hand-cuffed her to the kayak rack atop her car, so far that she was tip-toeing with her arms out-stretched over the top. Squirming with muffled sheieks through his hand clasped over her mouth. Until it happened… he used a knife to cut a 5 inch hole in the back of her jeans and then yanked out and cut off her underwear before she intimately felt the spine-crawling sensation of his warm, fleshy wet tip press incessantly against her asshole. She puckered right as he rammed it in dry, a long, muffled wail of agony as her heels repeatedly clacked on concrete. Hot tears, shocked screams and involuntary butt-clenches followed with every brutal, loud, body-jolting thrust.
