You make a mad dash for the nearest exit, a boarded-up window, but one of the black bastards stops you just as you reach the barrier. He grabs you by the arm
and stops you dead in your tracks, laughing lowly.
He escorts you back to the other twelve, who begin talking in that strange dialect again, only this time you seem to understand it better. Soon, the leader questiosn
you.
"What the fuck you think yo' doin, mothafucka?"
All you can produce, against your cranial impulses, is, "Naw, man, I just tryin' to cover my ass, holla?"
You're awestruck. 24 hours ago you didn't understand a word these people said, but now your voice and brain are making you sound like you're one of them. You
know that there's much more to your rape than meets the eye.
At your response, the gang laughs in satisfaction. Then, the all drop their baggy jeans and launch into another round of anal violation, with some oral sex thrown in
for good measure. And, as yesterday, they put you to sleep at the end.
You wake up the next day...