I was in bed asleep when they arrived.  They broke the door.  I screamed, but no one came to help.  There were four men…They told me to lie down and remove my pants.  They were beating me, and I fell down and hit my head on the floor.  Then one of them hit me in the mouth with his fist.  They knocked out my front teeth.  It hurt very much.  They spoke to each other about who should be the first to rape me.  One of them said, “Go first, comrade…” I was out of my mind by then.  I was wet all over my stomach area.  I heard them saying, “We have hurt you.  So go get tested because we have given you the prize of what you were doing.”  I knew that they meant I would be HIV positive.

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