In the seemingly ordinary everyday life, a tragedy that could suddenly occur, rape. Even those not involved say, "Why didn't you call for help?" But I couldn't make a sound because I feared it would only lead to worse things if I did. So the only way to resist was to act like I didn't feel anything, not to fall into the perpetrator's trap. Yet, even though I could hold back my voice, there was a spontaneous release from down there... and the rapist smirks upon seeing it... I hate it... it wasn't supposed to be like this...