The Lion: A story about sexual assault

As I walked along the road one day, a brown creature caught the corner of my eye. I squinted to see what this image could be, and soon a silhouette of a lion came into view.

I stopped and grew tense, contemplating my course. My breath grew quiet as I tried to remember what one who sees a lion must do. As I tried to develop my plan, the lion grew closer. My fear rose, and as I looked in its eyes I saw something sinister and wondered what kind of creature I was soon to cross.

As the lion grew closer, I attempted to call out, to look as large as I could, and to do anything else to stop the creature. None of this seemed to work, and soon the lion was close enough so that I could smell its wild scent. I realized that nothing could be done for me then and that I must let fate take over.

When the lion approached me, I knew that it was no ordinary lion. It had an evil glow in its eyes and seemed to be on the hunt for something. I stood back, hoping to turn and run, but the lion took a swing at me. He missed the first time, however, the second time I was not so lucky. Blood dripped down my arm as the lion’s sharp claws tore through my skin.

The attack had begun. I fell to my knees in fear, knowing that my life would soon end. The lion slashed my skin with his teeth and his claws, but he still seemed like he was after something more than just prey.

He did not eat me, and soon I realized why. With his sharp claws, he began to pull out bits of my soul. Piece after piece after piece he stole, all with a smile on his face. His bloodlust only seemed to increase as he pulled me apart bit by bit from the inside out. He was no longer interested in my outsides, so I realized that I might live.

After the lion had sufficient pieces of my soul, he left. I was left laying on the ground, wounded, bleeding, and wondered what would become of me even if I lived.

Soon a car pulled up to my side, and a young couple came out. They asked me what happened and I told them of the lion attack. “Lions don’t live in this area. Are you sure it wasn’t something else?” They asked.

I was soon taken to a hospital, where I was fixed up. Even though the signs of the lion were obvious, no one seemed to believe my story. Soon enough I was the laughing stock of the town. No one believed what had happened to me, and despite my scars, people said that I made the whole story up.

My soul felt weak after the attack, and I knew that something wasn’t right. I soon realized that the lion had taken the parts of my soul that were filled with light, compassion, and love. I was left with a fragmented, scarred soul that didn’t know how to love and be loved. Darkness filled the holes in my soul, darkness that filled my whole world.

Years later I am still putting my soul back together. I realize that the lion took pieces of my soul that will never return, as did the people who scoffed at the idea of a lion in their fair town. Darkness has become an everyday companion. I only hope that one day, light and love will return to my life, but every day I still fear the lion.

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3 thoughts on “The Lion: A story about sexual assault

  1. This is the best thing I have ever read. The analogy of the Lion instead of saying man was well noted. Lions hunt , prey, and devour. Great healing and overcoming, Very surprising that many women do not lift women up they rip them down and think it was her fault.

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    1. Thanks! I think that some women may be intimidated by others or may not want to face the reality of the challenges of being a woman in this society. It’s sad. There are women out there though who will lift each other up- like you!

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  2. Wow. So much truth in so few words. Looking forward to your next tale.

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