It was a party, you handed me a drink and I remember nothing. Absolutely nothing. I woke up naked and scared. So I went to the police and reported you. They took me to the hospital and did a rape kit. Yet I, months later am haunted by the memory or the lack of memory of being roofied. How did I get home and wake up in my own bed? Perhaps I should be grateful that I dont remember your body on top of mine, I think somebody saved me... somebody saved me from your violent attack. Because I have no idea how I got home..
Perhaps. I'm one of the lucky ones. But this city has a dark side, one I wish the sad and lonely women like myself didn't have to experience.