The last thing I remember is a two inch blade

This is my first post on this sub, but I’ve lurked this page for a while because two creepy events happened in my life that I don’t want anyone I know to know about.<br><br>The first creep incident occurred in my country of origin. Growing up, I never really experienced any type of street harassment until I moved to the capital city for work. I was a home girl and moving to the city was a shock. I didn’t know this at the time, but I’m a very beautiful woman. <br><br>Anyway, I was walking home one day around 4:30PM when a man approached me. He was a well dressed man wearing a nice shirt and pants. I remember his eyes. They were black and they looked so empty. He asked me if I’d like to do some modeling and he showed me business cards that read fashion model. <br><br>I was very skeptical, but I took the business cards. He gave me his phone number and I took it. He told me to call him and we would set up some meetings. I took the card and phone number purely out of curiosity. I continued on my way home and I felt uneasy the rest of the day. I got home, got on my computer and did a search for his company and it was listed as a modeling agency. <br><br>I was intrigued and I decided to call him. He told me that he would schedule a meeting for the next day at 9AM. I agreed and we met the next day. He took me to some home that looked abandoned and it was empty. It was a beautiful home with a garden but I continued to feel uneasy. The thing is he was just too damn nice, he did my hair and he even did my make up. <br><br>At one point, I got scared and I asked him to stop and he wouldn’t. I tried to run but he grabbed me and held me down. There was a knife to my throat and I had my hands over my mouth. That’s the last thing I remember. I woke up in a ditch in the middle of no where. I was in horrible shape. <br><br>I was two hours away from home and I continued to be in bad shape for several weeks. I didn’t report it to the police and I just dropped it. I moved to the United States and I thought I was leaving my creep days behind. But that wasn’t the case.<br><br>This last creep incident happened recently. I went to a bar to hang out with some friends. I got extremely drunk and I don’t remember much of that night. I went to the parking lot and I don’t remember anything else. I had parked directly in front of the bar and I remember walking to my car. I don’t remember anything else. <br><br>I woke up in a bed and I had no idea where I was. I managed to get out of bed and I saw a man sitting on the couch. I didn’t recognize him. There were pictures of him on the wall but I didn’t recognize him. He looked at me and continued watching tv. I didn’t say anything and I went back to bed. <br><br>I slept the whole weekend and I didn’t leave the house until Sunday morning. I didn’t see the man since that night. I continued to sleep the whole weekend and when I woke up I felt like something was wrong. My body hurt and my vagina hurt. I also had bruises on my breasts and they hurt. <br><br>I managed to find my car keys and I walked to my car. When I got home, I called my two best friends and I asked them if they continued to hang out after I left. They said they left with me and they took me to my house. They said I was in horrible shape and they stayed until I fell asleep. <br><br>But my car wasn’t at my house. I didn’t drive home. I don’t know who those two men were but I’m glad I don’t remember either of those nights.