A trip to Costa Rica with my friends sounded like a great way to spend my summer. All I had to do was sell a bunch of cookies and we’d have enough money to go. Everyone was so nice until I went to the house on the corner. Everyone said to skip that house, but I didn’t listen. He’s deranged. He locks me in different positions to torment my body. He twists and stretches me. He hurts me when he’s in a good mood and violates me when he’s not. I don’t know if he’ll ever let me go. I don’t know what is worse: His cruel desires or the fact that it’s all happening in such a beautiful environment. When he’s not hurting me or touching my body I get to look out into the woods and pretend I’m in paradise. It’s evil!