RED CORNER: HOW I GOT RAPED BY MY BROTHER’s FRIEND

My name is Natasha Altair, and I’m 19 years old from Delta State, Nigeria. This is my story.

I have two older brothers, Emmanuel and Francis, and a little sister, Jessica. Growing up, our home was always filled with laughter and love. My parents, both were bankers, and very busy people . But they never failed to provide for us and instill strong values. We enjoyed a peaceful, supportive family life.

But on that fateful day, 31st August 2023 , everything changed. It was a sunny afternoon, and my brothers were out. My both parent had gone to work, and Jessica my younger sister went for dance lessons. Two of Emmanuel’s friends, Alex and Ben, came visiting that day.

My brothers had always warned me to stay indoors when Alex and Ben visited. One day, during a football match at our house, Alex jokingly said, ” Bro, I go knack that your fine sister one day.” They laughed, but I knew some jokes weren’t to be taken lightly.

When Alex and Ben arrived that day, I advised them to leave, saying my brother wouldn’t be back soon, but they refused, claiming they’d wait. Alex, with his charming smile, asked me for a charger, saying his phone was running low. I hesitated, but he assured me it would just be for a few minutes.

As I handed him the charger, he whispered, “I know you have a crush on me, and I’ve had feelings for you too, for a long time.” His gaze sent shivers down my spine. I tried to brush it off, but Alex’s eyes lingered.

Ben, who had been quiet until then, chimed in, “Yeah, we’re not leaving till your brother gets back.” Their words made me uncomfortable, but I didn’t think much of it.

As they waited, Alex’s eyes roamed over me, making my heart race. He excused himself to “charge his phone” in my room. I replied, “Why? You can charge it in the sitting room while you wait for them to come.”

That’s when everything took a dark turn. “No one’s home, Natasha. Your brothers are not here to protect you,” Alex sneered, his tone shifting from friendly to menacing. Ben locked the door, trapping me.

Alex forced his way into my personal space, slamming the door shut behind him. I was paralyzed with fear.

What happened next changed my life forever. I tried to scream, but Alex covered my mouth. Ben stood outside, ensuring no one interrupted. I felt trapped, alone, and helpless.

Alex’s eyes scanned my room, taking in the photos of my helpless face . He smirked, “You’re so beautiful, Natasha. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

I pleaded with him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He forced himself on me. As I lay helpless, Alex’s hands groped my body, tearing off my clothes. His eyes gleamed with a sinister intent, and his smile twisted into a snarl. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Natasha,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin . He pinned me down, his weight crushing me.

Alex forced himself inside me, ripping through my virginity. The pain was excruciating, like a knife slicing through my soul.

Ben watched from the foot of the bed, munching on a cheese ball, his eyes fixed on us like it was a sickening movie. His laughter echoed through the room, fueling Alex’s cruelty.

Alex’s penis thrust deeper, tearing me apart. He spat on me, his saliva dripping onto my skin as he violated me. His grip on my wrists tightened, rendering my hands useless.

I cried, begged, and pleaded, but Alex’s rhythm didn’t falter. His hips pounded against mine, each stroke a fresh wave of agony.

Ben’s chuckles grew louder, egging Alex on. “Go, bro, go!” he cheered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

As Alex got tired, his pace slowed, but the pain lingered. My body felt shattered, my spirit crushed.

When Alex finally withdrew, I lay there, broken and bleeding. Ben’s laughter stopped, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

Alex zipped up his pants, a smirk still plastered on his face. “You’re not so innocent now, Natasha,” he sneered.

Ben nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on me. “Yeah, I enjoyed the show, bro next time na me go run am too. Me too go chop ” .

Their words cut deeper than any physical wound. I knew I’d never be the same.

To be Continued ! .