A true story from my university days

Time marches on, the winds and sandstorms blow relentlessly. Days pass by in their mundane routines, seasons change with the blooming and fading of flowers. Many things in this world are cyclical, but some things, once lost, are heartbreaking. I've been away from that once beautiful but now painful city for over two years. For those two years, I've been awakened by nightmares almost every night, unable to forget what happened that summer night when I was taken to a desolate wilderness: my pure virginity and girlish shyness were stolen in one night by three strange and powerful men. Those scenes are still vivid in my mind, as if they happened just last night…

It happened when I was a sophomore at drama school, and even now, thinking about it makes my heart pound. I remember that summer was incredibly hot, the southern weather was humid and stifling, and even though the sun had long since set, the heat was still intense. The girls in our performing arts department are all very clean. Every day before dinner, we have to shower in the college bathroom, thoroughly bathing ourselves and then applying all sorts of skincare products. I only use a little bit of floral water; I especially like that cool feeling. You could say I don't approve of excessive makeup. "Natural beauty needs no adornment, like a

lotus emerging from clear water," I prefer pure beauty. However, since I'm the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracts boys wherever I go, leading to the elegant title: "Cool Beauty." My outstanding beauty makes many boys feel inferior. They can only hide at a distance or silently cast fiery glances at my back as I pass by. I can almost feel myself enveloped in a ball of flame, the dazzling light blinding them. I secretly rejoice that I was born a girl, grateful to heaven for bestowing upon me such exceptional beauty.

Behind our campus stands a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for lovers, where newlyweds would linger until late. The mountain is covered in dense forests, lush green grass, and babbling brooks, shrouded in mist and clouds—a truly enchanting sight. My boyfriend and I often strolled hand-in-hand amidst its beauty, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. But I never imagined that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque setting.

That day, after finishing all my classes, I walked briskly out of the towering teaching building as usual. An unusual sight drew my gaze westward to the horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the earth. I had a premonition that something extraordinary was about to happen. I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend, and in a fit of pique, I climbed to the mountaintop alone. I assumed he would come to find me soon, but that night he was tied up with other things.

Night fell silently before I knew it, and the daytime hustle and bustle gradually subsided. A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the wall. I stood alone on the mountaintop, gazing at the moonlight like water and the starry sky. Below, the city lights began to illuminate the city, their neon glow blending seamlessly with the lights of countless homes. "What a beautiful night!" I murmured to myself, my heart fluttering with emotion, lost in daydreams, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair, and a chill crept into my thin shirt. Only then did I realize I was all alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a pang of unease at my impetuousness. I was only wearing a pink dress. During the day, my bare, snow-white arms and slender arms would have made my graceful figure appear even more elegant and beautiful. But now I felt a little chilly. Luckily, I had a pink silk cardigan in my arm pouch. I unfolded it and draped it over myself. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, and the refreshing touch reminded me of his gentle intimacy. My heart warmed. I knew I couldn't live without him anymore. The misunderstanding from earlier in the day had long since melted away. I sighed softly to myself, "Sigh, I should go back. He must be very worried if he can't find me!" I stood up, straightened my long skirt which had become a little wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the mountain along the path I had come from.

The tall, elegant ancient trees that stood by the daytime now appeared dark and menacing, like monsters, standing menacingly on either side of the winding path. A chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped into my heart, causing a shiver to run through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear. The bright moonlight, like a silvery ray or a bright spotlight, cast a long shadow of me, dancing among the oddly shaped stones and clumps of grass. However, a long dress and high heels were unsuitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps and the slippery moss quickly made my ankles tired and numb, while my skirt seemed to deliberately obstruct my view downhill. I had to gently pull up the hem of my skirt with my fingers, taking each step with great difficulty. Suddenly, I remembered the dance steps I had learned in class that day. I straightened my back, raised my arms, and tried to make the movements of a swan playing in the water light and graceful.

Little did I know that I was unwittingly walking into a trap set by a group of lecherous men…

As I cautiously turned past the mountain stream, suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, around the waist. A tall figure leaped out in front of me, pressing a towel reeking of a strong odor tightly against my mouth and nose. Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and gasped for breath. A large amount of the drug successfully invaded my lungs. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, my consciousness began to blur. The dark figure began to ripple like water around me, and the lewd laughter seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly lost all strength and slowly slumped down… There

were three men who robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, shoved me into a car, and sped off towards the outskirts. When I woke up, it was too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon lights of the city were gone. All I could hear was the screeching of the wheels on the ground. Inside the car, I lay limp and powerless, pinned to the laps of two men sitting side by side, my face up. Several arms were groping my body wantonly. I lifted my heavy eyelids and looked at myself: my hair was disheveled, my clothes were open, and my silk coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my fair and smooth arms. The dress I wore underneath was thin and tight, cool and comfortable during the day, showing off my radiant figure like silk, but now, touching it felt as real as touching my skin. Under the powerful effects of the drug, my body was weak and powerless, and the two men's increasingly blatant and wanton defilement of my body filled me with shock and shame: eventually, one of their arms reached under my skirt and brazenly lifted it up... I opened my mouth in vain, my tongue already numb, unable to utter a sound...

Later, the car drove into a secluded forest on the outskirts of the city. The uneven road caused the car to bounce violently, and the dense weeds rustled against the speeding car door, making me even more panicked—I knew the car was gradually driving deeper into the forest, and no one would come to help me anymore—but how could I, so weak, fight against these strong men? As

soon as the car stopped, they dragged me out of the car and threw me onto the grass. The two men pounced on me and pinned me to the ground, forcibly positioning me on my back. They each pressed one of my wrists tightly to the ground, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders. I heard my earring tap against a small pebble beside my head, making a "tinkling" sound. Cool, wild grass creeped into my collar, brushing against my neck; the sharp tips prickled and tickled me. Two men's eyes gleamed with predatory light, like swords piercing my disheveled body; while a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist.

I stared in terror at the man on top of me, unsure of his intentions. I saw his equally fiery gaze fixed hungrily on my chest, his eyes revealing an undisguised, intense excitement. He began to breathe heavily, his large hands quickly reaching my neck, forcefully parting my collar and ripping open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another with a "bang."

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