Emily finally came out of the bedroom with the guy they called Reggie, who was the kind of the ringleader, who I later found out was a known gang member. I don’t remember why, but for some reason they let Emily, and I go out on the porch. I don’t know what time it was, but I know it had been dark for a while. When they weren’t looking, I walked to the neighbor’s and knocked on the door and asked her to help me. I think they let me go because they knew no one would help me. I remember the sound of the wooden steps and knock on her weathered wooden door. I can even remember the sound of my knocking on the door. When the lady inside finally answered, I begged her to help us, and she said to me, “ain’t nobody gonna help you little white girl. Get off my porch,” and she shut the door in my face. It took all of my strength not to cry. I went back over to Emily and begged her to leave with me, but she said she was scared because she didn’t know how to get home. At that point, everyone in the house came outside. They promised they were going to help us get home, but I knew it was a lie. They started walking us down the street with us not knowing where we were going. As we walked down the street, different men started calling to us from their porches. Deep down, I knew we were not going to get home alive. I know none of them had done anything to me, yet, but I could sense it. They then brought us into a friend’s house where they all started partying, again. I don’t know how long we were there, but the men took turns groping both Emily and myself. Finally, we left and started walking again and I realized they were taking us back to the house. At this point there were 8 men and the woman. This time when we got inside, Reggie started grabbing me by the wrists and pulling me toward the front bedroom. I keep hitting him and trying to get away until he finally just picked me up and carried me to the front bedroom, kicked open the door, and threw me on the bed. I kept looking around at the filth and the blood-stained mattress, but I knew by the look on his face I was not going to get away. I tried to get up and he shoved me down on the bed and got on top of me. I kept clawing and slapping him, but he just got madder and pinned my arms over my head. I then tried to knee him in the balls and bite him until he hit me and pinned my legs to the bed with his body. He looked me in the eyes and told me to take my stockings off or he would cut them off me. I refused and he cut of my stockings and ripped my underwear off. He then told me, don’t move, and pulled his pants down and stuck himself inside me. He kept trying to kiss me but I turned my face and he started whispering in my ears, you know you want it. You know you enjoy it. I thought I was going to be sick. I honestly don’t know how long it went on for. I remember blacking out as he thrust himself in me over and over. Suddenly I was looking down at myself from the corner of the room and I was crying while he just kept saying over and over, you know you want it. That’s it, enjoy it. I was absolutely terrified because he did not have a condom on. I kept begging him to step through my tears. He finally came and then got off of me and started laughing, and said, you know you liked it and walked out of the room. I remember being so sore I almost couldn’t walk. I don’t know why but I picked up my torn stockings and underwear and walked out into the room to all of them laughing. Evidently, I was screaming, but I don’t even remember that. I walked by all of them and told Emily to come to the bathroom with me. When I got in the bathroom, I told her that we needed to find a way to get out of there because they were going to kill us. I told her that he had raped me, and she just said, I know, but nothing else. I looked in my purse to see if I had change for a payphone and discovered they had taken all of my money and my permit that had my address on it. Now they knew where I lived.