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They kicked everyone out and didn't call for help. They checked if I was breathing, but at first, I wasn't. They took my computer and put a passcode on it. I think the three guys in the group didn't want me there. I didn't work with these two guys. I'm not sure what the computers have to do with it.

An individual recounts being forced to their knees and realizing they were about to be beheaded. They describe being repeatedly struck with a machete, hearing bones crunch, ribs breaking, and being covered in blood. They list injuries including over thirty broken bones, eighteen slices, a collapsed lung, crushed sternum, dislocated shoulder, broken shoulder, bone splinters in the lungs, and a sliced diaphragm, and claim to have walked over a mile in that state. The speaker asserts that Islam means submission, not peace, and describes it as a primitive and barbaric culture, criticizing the treatment of families and wives. They claim this culture loves and glorifies death, and that such people are not suitable to be in the country. They state that it is not racist to say this, but common sense. They blame "animals" for covering up something that could have been avoided and equates them to the perpetrators.

I thought it could be a life or death situation for me. When I was on the floor, I remembered all the times I had thought about what I would do in that situation, and now I was actually doing it. We watched the riot on TV for hours from a secure location. Seeing the images of windows being broken and people climbing walls made me feel angry. It caused an audible gasp in the room.

The speaker describes a violent incident where they and their brother were attacked by a group of people. They were grabbed, beaten, and thrown around. The speaker struggled to breathe and tried to protect themselves by putting their hands behind their back, but the attackers continued to hit them with a baton. The speaker expresses their disgust and emphasizes the brutality of the situation.

The speaker shares a disturbing experience involving Robyn and Ray. Robyn would sometimes be incoherent due to medication. The speaker recalls two specific incidents. In one, Ray made the speaker strip in front of him while thinking Robyn was asleep. The speaker felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, especially since they were only 14 and hadn't started using tampons yet. Ray then made the speaker sleep outside, even though it was cold. The speaker had to snuggle up with their dog for warmth. Ray threatened the speaker, saying he would hunt them down if they tried to run away or seek help. The next day, the speaker was allowed back inside. The speaker also expresses their disdain for Robyn, calling them a piece of shit.

Five civilians from Gaza, not soldiers, were attacked by a group of individuals who stripped their clothes off. They formed a half circle around a girl, raped her, and then one of them killed her with a knife. The group seemed to find pleasure in their actions, as they were constantly laughing. Afterward, they chased and murdered another couple they encountered using knives and axes.

In a small, dark room that resembled a cleaning cupboard, the speaker was alone with someone. The person touched their leg, leaving them confused and unable to speak up. The encounter lasted only a couple of minutes, during which the person reassured the speaker. However, after it ended, the person threatened the speaker, warning them not to tell anyone because they wouldn't be believed. This intimidation forced the speaker into silence.

I felt light-headed, almost passed out, and fell after being struck twice. I remember one hit being a rock. On the ground, I pointed my rifle at people, causing them to back off except for one. The last person charged at me, so I shot him twice as his boot hit my face. I feared being knocked out if I didn't shoot.

I was attacked by the crowd in various ways, including punches, kicks, and pushes. They also used chemical irritants like OC spray. I was beaten in the head and suffered injuries, including a water contusion, a laceration on my face, bleeding from the mouth, and pain in my eye from an attempted gouging.

As I was running, the shooting started. I could hear someone shouting for a password. I responded by saying there was no password and told them to surrender. I then threw down my weapon and surrendered.

While walking in Trieste, I, an 80-year-old woman, was attacked by a man of foreign origin. He followed me, then grabbed my neck. I tried to resist, but he managed to snatch my necklaces, throw me to the ground, and then he fled.

The cut was so deep that when I looked at myself in the reflection of the glass panel on the tram, I could visibly tell that my nose was cut in half. That fear shouldn't be there. We should feel confident in each other. But in that moment, after I got slashed, I stood up. I said, "Stop. Don't touch her. Don't hit her." A guy came up, verbally harassing a woman. He turned that aggression toward me. When she stood up, the man threw her onto the chairs. My first reaction was, "Obtain distance. We're not here to start a brawl. We're not here to start a fight." I remember I heard a click, I looked over, I saw another man, and then I felt a swift slice on my face.

We waited for Jussie to arrive at the bench where we planned to attack him, but he didn't show up. After waiting for about 4 minutes, we spotted him and approached him. We yelled slurs at him as he turned around, and then I threw the first punch, making sure not to hurt him too much. We tussled, and I threw him to the ground, giving him a noogie and a fake kick. Meanwhile, my accomplice poured bleach on his shirt and placed a rope on his face. Then we left.

I was in this state because I had just been at risk of being attacked by pirates. I was in the center of Milan, waiting at a traffic light, when I noticed two poorly dressed girls who seemed like they were up to no good. They started pointing and shouting at me. I froze for a moment, but luckily the light turned red, and I saw a taxi coming towards me. I quickly moved to the middle of the road and yelled at the taxi to stop. The guys started chasing me, yelling things in a language I think was Arabic. I didn't know what to do, I was almost paralyzed. Thankfully, I got in the taxi and it acted as a barrier between me and them. I truly believe that if it wasn't for the taxi driver, they would have raped and robbed me.

I was at an event and decided to walk through the crowd with my phone. Some guys on a wall started harassing us, so we crossed the street. However, there was no space for us to walk. I got pushed into the street and stumbled. When I turned around to see who pushed me, I recorded him on video. He then flashed a gun at me.

As a child, I knew Jimmy Savile was important at the hospital. He would touch me inappropriately during church services, progressing from stroking my back to putting his hands down my trousers. I tried to protect myself by wearing more clothes, even putting tampons in my bottom. The worst was when he put his whole hand in my mouth, making it hard to breathe. I felt invisible, like no one could see me. I hid in school under cupboards, feeling disgusting and blaming myself for not stopping it. I thought maybe no one else had experienced this, but I realized others might have been stronger than me to speak up.

I walked into a house and saw a woman brutally abused, with nails and objects in her female organs. Her body was unrecognizable due to the abuse from head to toe.

At about 3 AM, I was with a group of friends when we were wrapping up for the night. I was walking one of my friends back to her car, and as we approached, a group of 10 guys stood across the street. When we reached the car and she began fumbling for the keys, they started shouting at us, and I quickly sensed something was off about the situation. She unlocked the car, and I rushed her into the driver's seat. She managed to close the door behind her and lock it. Just as she turned around, the group came up and ran a few feet toward us, slamming me against the car and throwing punches. I kept my hands up, trying to protect my head as best I could, and I focused on staying upright. The altercation didn’t last long because the police arrived pretty quickly, and I was fortunate to come away with a broken nose and a concussion. It could have been a lot worse. When asked if they got me to the ground, I replied that they did not; I knew that if I went down, it would get worse. So I stayed on my feet no matter what, prioritizing protection and balance. The other speaker noted that I stayed on my feet and protected my head, highlighting that I did what I could in a dangerous moment. They also acknowledged that I might have saved more than just the car, suggesting I could have saved the woman I was accompanying. I described the carjacking as not making a lot of sense because it was the cheapest car on the block, which contributed to the sense that there might have been something else going on beyond a straightforward carjacking. In closing, the other speaker offered congratulations and expressed relief that I was okay, calling me brave and lucky. The conversation ended with an affirmation of gratitude for my safety.

I was in this state because I had just experienced a terrifying encounter with two poorly dressed girls who seemed like bad people. They started approaching me, yelling and inviting me. Luckily, I was at a red light and saw a taxi coming towards me. I moved towards the taxi, but the girls followed me, shouting things in a language I think was Arabic. I was paralyzed and didn't know what to do. Thankfully, I stood in the middle of the road and the taxi stopped, acting as a barrier between me and the girls. I got in the taxi and felt like an angel had saved me. Without the taxi driver, they probably would have raped and robbed me, as that seemed to be their intention.

I witnessed a man stabbing another passenger on a bus with a large knife, eventually decapitating him. After we evacuated, the attacker tried to leave but was stopped by a trucker and the bus driver. The police arrived and removed us from the scene.

I experienced severe abuse, including threats, rape, and violence, often from those who pretended to be kind. We were derogatorily labeled as "gory girls" and "white slags." My police records reveal 200 to 300 pages detailing the abuse, including strangulation, knife threats, and an attempted arson on my home. I was raped over a thousand times, and countless men assaulted me. This was a grim reality for us, and although it sounds unbelievable, it felt normal. It was all we knew.

I didn't think I was just going to be killed; I expected other things to happen to me as well. So, you believed you might also be raped? Yes, I did. And now you understand that this fear stems from your experience? Yes, I think so.

I was with a group of 56 guys. One of them touched me inappropriately, so I reacted by hitting them with a glass bottle, which broke my front teeth and split my lip. I reported the incident to the police, but unfortunately, due to the inadequate legislation in this country, they are not held accountable. It's alarming that these individuals are still free to harass and harm other girls.

I admitted to raping him and threatened to kill him if he didn't have sex with me. I found out later that the woman I raped is now HIV positive, but I feel powerful for spreading HIV intentionally. I plan to target people who I find attractive to continue spreading the virus.

A reporter recounts being sexually assaulted by a mob after reporting for over an hour without incident. The attack began after a camera battery change, when an Egyptian crew member overheard the crowd saying, "let's take her pants off" in Arabic. The reporter says she was grabbed and groped by multiple people. Screaming only intensified the assault. Someone in the crowd yelled that she was an Israeli, a Jew, which further enraged the mob. Her shirt, sweater, bra, pants, and underwear were torn off. She saw people taking pictures with cell phones. She says she was being raped with hands from the front and back, and beaten with flagpoles and sticks. She held onto a colleague, believing he was her only hope of survival.