I had been walking home from work when I felt a hand grab my arm from behind. I turned around to find a man in a police uniform. He had a menacing look in his eye and he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I was too scared to say no, so I agreed.
We drove for what felt like hours until we reached a secluded spot in the woods. He then pulled out a knife and proceeded to rape me. I was too terrified to scream and I could feel the tears streaming down my face.
When it was over, he drove me back home and told me not to tell anyone what happened. I was too scared to even look at him.
When the police officer asked “Do you think you could identify your rapist if you saw him again?” I shook my head and I hoped he didn’t realize I recognized him. I was too scared to tell anyone what had happened, even though I knew I should.
I still have nightmares about that night and I am constantly looking over my shoulder, terrified that I will see him again.