You probably don't even remember me. I have stayed nearly every night for the past four years scared out of my head because of what you have done to me, and I bet that you can't even fathom my name. I wonder sometimes what you are doing and if you have hurt other girls the way that you have hurt me. . . . if you ever even gave it a second thought.

You didn't just hurt me, Marc. You destroyed me. My life was in near ruins for a very long time. My family has had to suffer with me too. We live in another state because you made me hurt so bad I couldn't face my own home anymore. Several times I have attempted to take my life, and the thought of death often seems more welcoming that to face a day in the world where sick people like you roam free.

What you did to me had a name. Rape. You raped me. You raped me and beat the crap out of me and you left me for dead. You stole from me, my self worth, my safety, my sanity, and anything sacred that I had. You killed me. You are deplorable monster. What goes around, comes around and you have it coming hard.

The things I will do to you if I ever see you again. . . you don't know what is coming to the next guy that tries to TOUCH me. Its not like I can get it out of my mind anyway, right?

I see it every night in my dreams, Marco, every cruel word you said to me, every line you shouted "What's wrong with you, don't you like this?" and "You're just too CUTE not to DO" and "You will thank me for this someday" . . . . .

Do you remember this? Just try to imagine it. You were there. You try telling me the victimizer is the victim, but -I've- got scars all over my body, inside and out, to prove where you were and I've spent FOUR years hating you.

I'll spend my lifetime killing you inside my mind because my hate for you keeps me alive. It fuels me. You will get what you deserve. I did NOT lead you on, and I did NOT invite you to hurt me.. It was NOT my fault.

You are responsible for what happened. Though I know now precisely how it could have been prevented and I know EXACTLY what will happen to any other person who tries to hurt me, YOU RAPED ME AND IT IS NOT MY FAULT.

They say these letters are supposed to take the anger out. but I'm even angrier than I was when I started, you sick twisted encrusted ass, I hope you rot.

You had better hope I never see you again.

Judy