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I just wanted to shave a few minutes off my walk home.
I should’ve never taken that short-cut down that seedy, dark alley…
I don't know what I did to deserve this! One moment I was walking home from work and the next I was being savagely raped by a 75-pound muscular pitbull.
The day started out normal, I worked my shift at the local Micky-D's, cashed out my drawer and started my 30-min walk home. My mistake was hoping I could shave a couple minutes off by taking a new route - down a seedy alley.
Men leered and cat-called me from their shitty balconies with their hanging clothes and graffiti-covered buildings. As a small, petite 18-year-old young woman, I had never felt so terrified in my entire life.
The look of pure lust on those men's faces was something that - if I ever lived through this - I would never ever forget. Their eyes were bugged and drool hung from their lips.
A violent shiver raced through my 5-foot frame. I shook my long, raven-black hair and cast my Caribbean-blue eyes downward in hopes of not attracting any more of their attentions.
READ MOREOf course that only served to inflame their evil passions. More men gathered, half-drunk bottles and cans of beer clutched in their eager hands.
I picked up my pace.
Moments after I passed by an over-flowing trash can, I heard a metallic rustling sound, followed by a very deep, ominous growl. I froze in terror, my heart thudding violently in my chest.
Men, I could deal with. But a dog?
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