Introduction: girls must protect themselves.
There is a question about how to be a boyfriend of a girl who was passed by rape.
A Chinese girl in Australia answered the question, telling the painful experience of being sent to porn by her Chinese boss, rohypnol, and by taking 100 portraits.
I decided to say it for a long time. The whole thing I want to break my head also do not know where I have done wrong, just step by step to the present situation. If one day I really can't think, hope mom and dad see here to understand what happened to me.
In this world, there are really too many bad guys, too difficult to prevent. Too many details I already remember is not very clear, try hard to bear emotional memories.
I was 27 years old, from a large city in the eastern part of the country. I graduated from a university in Melbourne, Australia, at the age of 22, where I went to graduate school. After two years of study, I was signed for a temporary job.
Because I majored in finance, I got a job as an actuary assistant at an investment firm.
I don't think I can make up very well, I'm thin with round glasses, and I don't have the fashion style of Melbourne girls. I didn't expect the first formal job in my life to bring me such nightmares.
Upon entry, because my native language is Chinese, I was naturally assigned to the Asia-Pacific division and the Greater China branch of the docking business.
In addition to two Hong Kong people, one Singaporean, four Chinese Australians and two Australians, I was the only one with a Chinese passport.
After the three-month probationary period, people spoke to me once. The company has a long-term project that requires a number of employees from Australia to participate in my hometown because of the relatively complex application for a job visa in China. The company has drawn some of the corresponding Chinese staff to participate.
I return to my hometown to work around my parents for a period of time naturally miss the pursuit is not available, sincerely thank the company to give me such a rare opportunity.
Back home, the responsible person here is called KMU, is a Zhejiang.
When I first met, I could feel that he didn't like me very much and had a very different attitude towards me and the colleagues who came back to participate in the project.
On several occasions, K even asked me to take part in co-ordinated meetings and so on, and put me in a position that had nothing to do with my job responsibilities.
I am well aware that if this is all I have on my work report at the end of the project, I am afraid the company will not renew the contract with me after the expiration of the contract.
At that time, I will have only one way to choose from skilled immigrants. But without the Australian undergraduate education, my major does not have career years and other factors. My chances of being able to stay in Australia through skilled immigrants are much lower than those given to me by my employer, guarantee.
So one day I asked K to buy him a cup of coffee in private, and I mentioned these questions, and then asked him not to deliberately trouble me at work.
K looked very surprised at the time. He said he didn't understand my situation at all. He thought I was new and inexperienced, so he wanted to give me some easy work for fear that I would make a mistake affecting my progress. He really didn't know it would have such a big impact on my future.
Then he readily promised that he would arrange some suitable work for me as soon as possible. Before leaving, he got up and patted me on the head, then knocked on my eyepiece and said to me:
"you'll wear a contact lens later, or add an empty frame if you're not used to it. A pretty girl dressed up so badly that she didn't come back from a foreign country at all. "
I don't think I know him well. I didn't expect him to act like this at all. But he got up and checked out without giving me a chance to react.
After that, we didn't talk in private, and my work was on track, so this episode was soon forgotten by me.
In March of that year, K and a few of my colleagues went on a business trip with us, and the unit arranged a single apartment for each of us.
On the way to a banquet, I drank two glasses of hard wine, K also helped me block a lot of toast, so I gradually dropped his guard, I would be grateful.
Later, when I went back, K and I took a taxi back to the apartment. While waiting for a taxi, he ran to buy me a cup of hot chocolate and said it was cold and warm my hands.
I didn't wear much, my hands were red with cold, and I was moved to talk to him about the experience he had just started.
When I got on the bus, I suddenly felt blurry, nauseous, and the sound of K around me became long. The consciousness receded, and I no longer knew what was going on.
When I opened my eyes again, I closed my clothes on the sofa in my apartment with a cold coke and ginger soup next to me, and a note-back note:
You fell asleep in the car and sent you back for fear that you would get cold and cook you Coke and ginger soup. The ginger was taken from the same kitchen, and the rest was placed next to the kettle. The rest of the coke was in the refrigerator. Pay attention to your body. We set out in the afternoon, and remember to have dinner. Because you're a girl, I can't get into your bedroom, so I left you in the living room. Excuse me. K
When I got up, I felt pain all over, as if I had been beaten, even to tears.
On the way back, K greeted me, asked me if I had ginger soup, I said thank you, did not answer this question.
Over the next few days, I also wondered if anything had happened, but it seemed reasonable and vague.
At the end of my work in China, K was completely normal during this period, and I thought I might be thinking too much.
Back in Melbourne, everything was fine. I got a job sign from guarantee, and I could soon apply for immigration.
There was also a boyfriend from the north, met the parents of both sides.
Suddenly one day, I was at home after work waiting for my boyfriend to come back, heard the usual opening, ready to meet him.
Who knows not to get up, boyfriend rushed in on me is a slap in the face.
My boyfriend grabbed my hair and dragged me over, slammed his cell phone on my face and scolded me while I saw it. I screamed with tears of pain, groping for my glasses to see what had fallen on the screen of the phone in front of me.
It's a foreign porn site with my photos and even videos on the open interface.
My boyfriend's fist fell down like his cursed rain, and I begged him not to fight and tried to get under the table to hide, and he dragged my foot out and kicked me heavily in front of my chest. I blacked out when I hit my head on the leg of the table.
When I woke up, I lay in the hospital and heard from the police that my neighbor's boyfriend had been arrested. His parents rushed to Melbourne, but they couldn't see my son because the unreliable lawer application for bail failed, and he faced a 12-month sentence. The visa will also be revoked.
So his parents came to the hospital angrily to find me, and all kinds of questions accused me of cheating on my boyfriend, and the "lover" also uploaded the photo to porn website and was seen by my boyfriend's colleagues, so he came home to question me. Out of control, hit me.
And I didn't know anything about the story that happened to me.
At the police, I got another version of the story: a new Indian from the boyfriend company, who saw a photo of us on his desk and found that I had seen my picture on the porn website. After reading the Indian's cell phone, my boyfriend came home and thought he'd been beaten up by Green.
The site operates in the Czech Republic, and police have shut down the uploader's account by communicating with the site.
And the police sent a message that my boyfriend and my parents wanted me to let his son go. From beginning to end, they felt no consolation or apologies for being beaten all over me.
After I got out of hospital, I finally got a chance to find out, and the answer almost knocked me down.
With more than a hundred photos of me and a few videos hanging on those sites, I don't want to recall how I went through these things a little bit, and how I kept shaking the wrong words to report these links.
I just want to say that these photos were taken at a Express Hotel in the country, and I was photographed and videotaped like a body, or meat on the board, by a freak.
The middle details let me know who the photographer who never showed up in the photo was: K. Because there are several photos, I was wearing a pair of brown glasses frame.
Now, wherever I go, I feel like I'm naked, suffocating and breathless.
I am, perhaps, one of the most unlucky people.
For this matter, the netizens are very sympathetic:
Such an experience, I really hope that any girl will not have.