"Please God. Please make it stop." | natasha smith
I began to think, "maybe this is just it. Maybe this is how I go, how I die. I've had a good life. Whether I live or die, this will all be over soon. Maybe this is my punishment for some of the emotional pain I've caused others through some foolish mistakes and poor judgement recently. I hope it's quick. I hope I die before they rape me."
I looked up and saw a couple of women in burkas scattered around. They looked at me blankly, then looked away.
