Walking down the street, I was startled by a sudden approach. At first I thought someone was just asking for directions, but their demeanor quickly felt off and suspicious. I tried to end the conversation and walk away, but the person kept staring back at me strangely. Unsettled, I began hurrying off, feeling increasingly like I was being followed. Before I knew it, I was trapped inside some unknown room. Fear gripped my chest tightly. Then that man appeared, attacked me, ripped off my clothes, and threw me onto the bed. One degrading act followed another until he finally left, looking satisfied. Overwhelmed by despair, all I could think about was escaping this place and going home.