"A matter of two minutes passed between the leaving of my students and the point where I walked into the store-room. He followed me and grabbed me from behind around the throat. I felt that I could not breathe. He pulled me to the floor, he on top of me, pulling tighter and tighter against my throat...

At this point, I had no breath and the pain in my throat was unbearable. I started to black-out. ...I then became hysterical, throwing anything I could put my hands on, kicking, fighting, and yelling, “Please don’t kill me.” During the fight the boy had ripped off my chain belt, torn my stockings to shreds. Blood was pouring out of my mouth and all over my clothes. The extent of the rape, I could not tell, as I was only semi-conscious the entire time. The only thought I had was that of losing my life"