A few days later, it is exactly ten o’clock at night.
It is dark. The repetition of human history is the repetition of our tragedies.
In addition, although in the world we are all in the same boat, sometimes the woman is the victim.
“Oh, no! No! No! Help! Help!” A girl is screaming loudly and moaning.
A man has already grabbed her solidly from behind.
“Come on! Bitch!”
He is covering her mouth with one hand and the other is on her waist.
So, he is pulling her brutally into the vegetation.
The way he brutally drags her, standing behind her back, she has no chance of seeing his face.
And talking about her release is superfluous.
He continues to drag her brutally into the depths of the vegetation where it is very dark.
She has no chance to escape, impossible.
“No! Oh, no! No!” She is trying to scream, but it is like someone who is running out of breath.
She cannot breathe freely; the malefactor’s hand is covering her mouth and part of her nose.
She continues to struggle, gesturing like a suffering worm.
“Eh! Bitch! Be quiet and let yourself go so that nothing happens to you!”
His voice, especially his tongue, is dirty, uninstructed and deep toned. You got it?
It is the woman, the sweet being, her body is sweet; sex with her is sweet.
However, rape is offending the woman.
To rape is to take part of a woman’s existence physically and psychologically.
Yet, one of the great sufferings of raped women is undoubtedly undesirable pregnancy or even infections and sexually transmitted diseases.
Really?
This woman, who is now being pulled into the vegetation, may be thinking of just one thing: freedom.
Freedom is good.
Does woman enjoy freedom?
Does everyone in the world enjoy freedom?
We must be free not because we claim freedom. Therefore, freedom is something that allows us to live as we wish.
Who lives in this world as he wants and desires? You? This is you? Who?
She is panicking.
“Come on! Bitch!”
Last week, Savannah Winterbottom was about to be raped, right here, across the same Public Park.
The sexual rape against her, Savannah, did not happen thanks to the Thomson family home.
It is precisely here in this green Public Park, less than a thousand meters from here, where a man was chasing her.
This is the same rapist, right?
Now, Cassandra, twenty years old, is being pulled into the vegetation.
Who is this thug, rapist, murderer, wicked and inhuman?
It must be that street musician, the saxophonist. Is this not true?
Or it could even be that old man who threw a big money bill on the tray.
The unknown man continues to drag Cassandra into the depths of vegetation with brutality and cruelty.
Do you know why he is pulling her like this, as if he wants to steal her?
The answer is this: sex.
He wants to rape her.
“No! Leave me! No! I do not want!” The girl, Cassandra, continues to struggle to prevent him from pulling her into the vegetation.
It is sad.
Against this man, who looks more like a machine, she has no chance of getting rid of his hands.
He is a big, muscular, tall man, and as she fights, her legs are fanning in the air.
He is pulling her, yes, but much more seems to have lifted her.
He lifted her as if she had no weight at all, paper.
Weakness is something that nature does not forgive.
You must be heavy and tough.
Darwin’s notion: only the fittest survive.
However, that does not mean that only the most aggressive and violent survive.
This does not mean that the stronger do what they want and the weak must just obey.
This does not mean that the weak must suffer when the strong want.
Physically the woman is weaker than man. However, this does not mean that someone who has power takes from the weak or does whatever he wants and nothing happens to him.
The woman, the weak one, is crying.
Nevertheless, it is also not easy for the rapist.
The young woman, twenty years old, Cassandra, is struggling a lot.
“Please, do not. No. I do not want to.” She is not screaming, just groaning like those who are choking in the depths of the sea.
The hand that covers her mouth prevents her from screaming.
She continues to emit a long, low sound, expressing physical, mental suffering and fear of death.
Here, in this isolated and green public part of the city, there is nobody and much more at this hour.
People hardly wander here at night.
Therefore, she wants to bite the hand that covers her mouth.
This is a hard hand an iron hand which cannot be bitten.
She wants to escape the rapist’s sexual appetite and death.
Yes, it is true; sexual aggressors tend after the sexual act to kill the victim.
Come on, woman, fight!
Really?
The evildoer, a perfect machine, has managed to drag her into the grass, shrubs, trees and plants.
He gives her an overwhelming shove.
He gives her a reprehensible push, or rather a painful and inhuman fall.
Cassandra collapses. (Woman, get up!)
Her eyes are open, lit and bright in the darkness of the night.
It is dread, it is panic, it is uncertainty; it is especially fear of death.
The rapist has no mask, but she cannot see who it is.
She remains lying there, trembling with fear, horror and dread, and above all, a misfortune that she never imagined would happen to her.
“Please, please, do not. Please do not.”
“Shut up, bitch!”
The weak, in this case the woman, is lying, silent.
She is shaking with fear.
The strong, physically strong man, is abusing her.
“You are raping me. Is this fair?” she asks sorrowfully and weeping.
“Shut up, bitch! If you cooperate, it will not be long.”
Although there are some lamps nearby, it is very dark.
He brutally tears her underwear, as if he is aggressively pulling a ribbon.
And then he tears and undoes her clothes all over her body.
It is a male sexual rage.
He knows that physically she does not have the strength to beat him.
Therefore, he abuses her.
The powerful do what they want.
History shows that whoever has power abuses.
It is difficult to respect certain laws and ethics if a person is too powerful. Really?
It is terrible, awful, dreadful and tragic.
How long will the crooks continue to abuse our patience?
Nobody knows.
Even Cicero, a Roman political leader, lawyer and philosopher, did not know until when Lucius Sergius Catilina would continue to abuse their patience.
How long will they continue to abuse our patience?
Women are upset about the situation.
Women’s freedom remains affected; they are afraid to go to the street alone, mainly at night.
Now he is on top of her.
Greed breaks morality.
Now, it is…
She is pregnant! What? Could you repeat that? I did not understand! “The girl raped by your son, Cassandra Debosphorus, is pregnant.” What?
In critical situations like this, in danger or at risk of life, every human being cries, screams, laments, begs God. In critical situations, nobody is an unbeliever. In life-threatening circumstances, no one is very, very brave. Fear is something that accompanies us throughout our lives. The human being is naturally fearful and that is good. Oh, is it good?
Living is an art that includes death. We accept life and we also accept death. Death is always present in our lives. This life does not allow mistakes. This life is not a rehearsal; it is only once.
The philosophy of life in this world is simple: you must live in a correct and legally acceptable way, thus extending the pleasure of your life. But don’t be afraid to die. You don’t die; you just change. You are a person of flesh, bone and blood and tomorrow you can just be in another place and time, be something different… Nothing is lost; you just change. In the world there is naturally no waste.
It is a great responsibility of all political societies in the world to protect and educate all people. Really?
The political societies of the world have an obligation to interfere in people’s lives, guaranteeing security, well-being and justice. Say what?
Oh, women! If societies remove the contributing part of women from all over the world, there is nothing left: women are the productive locomotives in the history of all human civilization.
Here we don’t speak ill, on the contrary: it is women who walk the social front; they lead as well as artillery soldiers in a war with guns in their hands, running forward.
The woman’s activity in the family and society is twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
An educated man recognizes and respects the woman. The man loves the woman madly, but the educated man only touches her with her consent. The woman is so desired by the man that he even adores her, commits a crime, or even kills himself for her. What? Come on!
To rape is to take part of a woman’s existence physically and psychologically.
