When I was 17, I was raped. As blunt as it might seem, this happens more times than it ever should. I was with someone who I thought was one of my friends because my boyfriend and I at the time had decided to break up because he was going away to college. I was clearly upset and this "friend" invited me over to swim and have lunch after summer school. I may have been naive as a high schooler, being in a tightly wound house and usually sticking to all of the rules, but I doubt anyone can say someone deserves something to happen to them. Regardless of any situation.
To skip majority of the details that are unimportant, and most because I dont remember, I had asked for a Sprite and was given something that tasted like Sprite... but clearly wasn't. I only knew this because I started feeling like I was out of my body. I couldn't say what I wanted to and at this point I had only figured what was happening.
I think the majority of people that are raped feel scared and I, like many, didn't do anything about it. I know now I should have stuck up for myself and made sure it didn't happen to the next girl, but I wont look back and blame myself for that. I can only hope that women will be more careful/aware and pray that God has something in mind for these people that can only be described as Monsters.