My dad caught me watching gay p***. He told me that he couldn’t look at me anymore and he took a bunch of his stuff and he left me at the house alone. My mom left when I was 3. I lived with only him on a farm and he had several houses on different lands he rented out so I never knew where he was. I was left for weeks and then finally a man came over and said that my father sent him to talk to me about s********. The man was a convicted r***** and child molester and my dad thought it was a good idea for his prison buddy from before I was born teach me a lesson. He told me that he didn’t think I would be gay after he raped me. I was 10 and he was in his 40’s. I’d seen him before but never at our house. He told me he would hit me if I tried to stop him and when I ran he threw a chair at me and I fell. He punched me and knocked me out in one hit. When I came to he had my hands duct taped together and my legs were taped to the bottom of the bed boards. He had my clothes off and he told me I needed to be awake for him to begin. He held up a few big dildos and they looked bigger than my arm. I was scared and crying and no matter how much I screamed nothing made it past the tape on my mouth. The pain of it on my hair all the way around to my mouth hurt from moving so I stopped. When he started he put lube on a few of his fingers and said he was going to put them inside of me. He shoved three fingers inside of me. A piece of me broke then and there. I tried to imagine myself somewhere else but the pain was a constant wake up call any second I did fall into a memory I loved. He got finished with his hands after a bit and started putting in small dildos and worked up to the bigger ones. Each one felt like I was dying and being ripped apart. He would stop in between some and s*** on my p**** and tell me this was what I had in store if I was gay. He asked me if I understood and I shook my head yes and he said that he didn’t think I did. But he was going to show me. He pulled the d**** from my a*** and pulled his pants down. He shoved his p**** inside of me and said that I felt just like a p****. He raped me over and over until he was exhausted from torturing me. He left and went to sleep I guess and when he came back he began it all over again. This time using rubber balls that went deep inside of me, and he pushed them so far I felt like they were messing up my insides. He pulled them out and put bigger ones in. Some of them vibrated and he would stick his d*** inside of me as he turned the vibrations up. He came inside of me so many times I lost count. The blood alone between my legs told me I was going to die or I would need a miracle. He took the tape off of my mouth eventually and put his p**** inside of my mouth. He told me that I was his b**** and everyone else’s if I turned out gay. He asked me if I understood and I said yes. He didn’t believe me and continued to r***, molest and torture me. When I felt my foot slide free from the lube reaching my ankles, I broke a leg free. Then the hands. I held them on my stomach where he kept sitting on top of me to put his p**** inside my mouth and I got enough line in them to wiggle it under the tape and get loose. When I did I reached for a lamp and I beat the living s*** out the man. When he fell to the floor and he begged me to stop I hit him until he was out. When he woke up he was duct taped, tied, and covered with lighter fluid for our grill. I told him if he made a sound I would light him on fire and asked him if he understood me. He nodded yes. I told him I didn’t believe him and I lit the lighter fluid and walked out of the house. My dad came home when the firemen and ambulance were outside and the house was completely gone. The man was ashes just like that abusive house. My dad ran up to me and said “Thank god you’re ok.” I told the police if he touched me i would burn him alive as well. They didn’t understand but they held him back and when he got loose and started to run to his car, I spotted his four wheeler gas can next to the oil he kept for his weed eater. I grabbed it, slung the gas all over his car and I watched as his car lit up as he drove too close to the wood on fire that blew out into the road from the kitchen exploding.