She walks the way she cam from on her way home, it´s nighttime now. She stops and stares at streetlights, lucky to be alive right now. There's tears in her eyes and blood in her underwear, feleling numb and scared. Got a big new scar for life but she will learn to get by somehow. She met a guy in a bar, they were flirting and the talking started. But then he dropped the bomb: “You wanna come back to my apartmentâ€. But in his home he changed his attitude and became abusive. Not the kind to sleep with douches, she tried to leave but he held her down. He opens his eyes at dawn, he's alone and not a girl in sight. He changes his facbook status to “Guess who got lucky at the club last nightâ€. To him they just had sex, and that's as far as his story goes. He brags about it to his friends, openly joking on “token hoesâ€. All his life he's raised to think that he has right to womens bodies, and proceeds to scar it, som are willingly but some just are'nt. It happens over and over and while you're still listening… He sprays his crotch with perfume and move on to the next victim.
