<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Time:</strong>1 Year Ago<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Little black dress, strappy high heels<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Allison Taylor<br/><br/>Chrissa gasped softly as the boy thrust into her again, and immediately the other boys watching started laughing and jeering.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that got her going! Give it to her harder!" "She wants you man!" "Bet she's not as tight as she was an hour ago!"<br/><br/>The guy kept a hand clamped over her mouth as he fucked her roughly from behind, but the truth was, Chrissa didn't have the energy to scream anymore. She'd stopped crying after the third member of the baseball team had raped her, and she'd lost count after number five. Her left eye was swollen nearly shut, and her nose was still bleeding, even an hour after she'd first been hit. Thankfully, she couldn't feel much anymore. She just wanted it to be over.<br/><br/><em>I should've known better,</em>she kept thinking to herself.<em>Should've known better.</em>When Jason Huff, a junior on the baseball team, had asked her out on a date, she thought her world had changed for the better. What girl wouldn't? She was an unknown sophomore who spent most of her time at school alone, unnoticed. She had no friends. All the cute guys were dating all the cute girls. And that was life. But then one day, gorgeous Jason Huff appeared in front of her, and asked her out. She'd been so startled it took her a full five minutes to say yes.<br/><br/>And for awhile, her world<em>had</em>changed for the better. Jason seemed to be a nice guy. He took her to nice places. She suddenly had friends. People noticed her, smiled at her when she walked through the halls at school. It was no surprise when Jason asked her to the winter formal. Of course she said yes. But as the weeks to the formal became days, she noticed Jason was starting to act a little strange. Distant, almost cold. A few times he talked about not going to the formal, and once he even told her that if she wanted to go with someone else, he would understand. It was almost as if he didn't<em>want</em>her to be there. But Chrissa was a forgiving girl, and she didn't take his standoffishness as an insult to her; she assumed he was just a little nervous about commitment or something. So she went with him anyway.<br/><br/>The winter formal itself had been like a dream. It was perfect.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes after arriving at the house of one of the baseball players for the after party, she was being gang raped by several members of the team in an upstairs bedroom. And all the while, they swore that Jason Huff was definitely going to get to pick the girls from now on. He'd scored for sure with this bitch. Jason hadn't come upstairs, of course. That was just as well, Chrissa thought as the last of the guys finished inside her. She couldn't have stood to look at him. The betrayal hurt just as much as the rape did.<br/><br/>And then she was alone in the room. She lay on her stomach on the bed, her little black dress pushed up around her hips, the top pulled down below her breasts. She stared at the wall for a few minutes, wondering when the tears would come. They didn't. So she sat up slowly, wincing at the pain between her thighs. She brushed fingertips over her swollen lower lip and black eye, her nose which was still leaking blood. She rearranged her dress as best as she could, combed her fingers through her hair. She couldn't find her thong. She pulled her heels back on, then limped from the room, trying to act like nothing had ever happened. She'd have to sneak out the back.<br/><br/>She made it out the back door and was headed for the side lawn, thinking she was in the clear.<br/>