One, Two ... He Is Coming for You by Willow Rose

jealous of
my beauty. I was thrilled. The one and only. I was to be treated like a queen
and I could choose to kiss whoever I wanted of the rich boys.”
    Irene sighed deeply.
    “I was so young and stupid.”
    “So what happened?”
    “I got on the boat and the guys were so nice to me, like real gentlemen.
I remember wearing a white summer dress and the wind was warm, unlike a normal
Danish summer breeze. I was hot and we all cooled down with cold beers all
afternoon. Admitted, I got a little dizzy from the beer and the heat. By
dinnertime I was a little drunk, but not so much that I didn’t know what I was
doing. So I turned up the music and started dancing. The boys ate steaks and
fish fillets they had brought from a restaurant on the port. We had champagne
and real Russian caviar and I felt like I was in heaven, and then I just
started dancing. The boys watched me and I closed my eyes for a second,
enjoying the moment. When I opened my eyes I saw an expression on Didrik’s face
I had never seen before in any man. In any human being. He was like an animal
getting ready to eat its prey. His nostrils were distended, and he breathed
heavily. His eyes were filled with lust. And he was not the only one looking at
me like that. All six boys were staring at me with that same look. The sun had
begun to set, and the hunting was about to begin.”
    Irene shook her head and had tears in her eyes. I reached out and held
her hand for awhile. I waited for her to be ready to speak again. I really
didn’t want to pressure her. After a few minutes she was ready again. I took a
deep breath sensing that what was about to come would be very unpleasant. And I
was right.
    “They closed in on me. They got up and walked slowly towards me,
smiling. I asked them if they wanted to dance, and they laughed. ‘It’s time to
dance, all right,’ one said and grabbed my wrist in an iron fist. It hurt. ‘We
will do the leading,’ he whispered in my ear. I was scared and tried to pull away,
but he held me and I suddenly felt a hand under my dress. Someone ripped off my
panties and I started crying, pleading with them to let me go. Then they threw
me to the deck of the yacht and took off my dress. They held my arms and legs.
They were laughing and singing.”
    “What did they sing?”
    She started humming. “That song from the horror movies popular back in
the eighties. The one with the guy who had knives on his hands,” she said.
    “Freddy Krueger?” I remembered the movies. There were a lot of them as
far as I knew. I wasn’t allowed to watch them until I was older and by then
they weren’t that interesting anymore. But I remembered my sister talking about
them and teasing me, telling me just before bedtime that Freddy Krueger would
come in my dreams with his long claws and kill me.
    “Exactly. They had a thing for that. They kept singing. ‘One, two, he is
coming’ … And then he came.”
    “Who did?”
    “Freddy.”
    “How is that?”
    She shook her head and looked down. “One of them must have dressed up
exactly like him. He was there in front of me. The same clothes, the red and
black striped shirt, that brown hat and the glove, with the claws on the
fingers. The person even wore a Freddy Krueger mask, so he looked exactly like
him. I started to scream, and they said we were out in the ocean so no one
would ever hear me. It was like they wanted to hear me scream. They encouraged
me to do it. So I did. That was all I could do—cry and scream. They told
me they would stab me with the claws, that they would rip my body open. And
then they cut me with them. ”
    She lifted up her shirt. Long stripes of scars all over her chest were a
constant reminder to her of that night of horror. She could never escape it.
    “And then they raped me. All night. One at a time. They just kept going
until I was numb.”
    Irene was quiet for a long period of time. I just stared at her and
didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard a story like