Positive

Warm rain starts to fall.
The air is thick and muggy with heat.
My lungs struggle to breath.
Though everything else is wet, my lips are dry and cracked.
I stand with my face to the sky and my mouth open.
The rain is warm as piss, but the few drops that land in my mouth feel heavenly.
The tree branches above me divert a lot of the rain, but anything is better than nothing.
I've been here for two days, my body is beginning to shut down from dehydration.
Like a shriveled up fruit in the sun.
That's how I feel.
I was put here.
I'm not even sure why, but there is a camera in front of me.
Always recording on a tripod.
He comes to change the battery, but no amount of pleading ever moves him.
The first time I saw him, I was casually walking down the street.
On my way home from a jog.
He smiled at me and I noticed he had my headband.
"I just now found it on the sidewalk, I'm about to go jogging myself. Is it yours?"
I smiled and nodded, trying to catch my breath.
I approached him to retrieve my headband.
Then I noticed he had a jump rope.
Jokingly I said," Do you jump rope and jog at the same time?"
"No."
I gave a puzzled look.
"I have a jump rope for this."
Speaking these words he lunged for me.
The rubber jump rope wrapped around my neck.
I kicked to no avail.
Blackness clouded my eyes and I was out.
I woke up here.
Tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere.
Being observed for some sick satisfaction.
Im positive he raped me before he tied me up.
I'm sore all over.
If the world is filled with people like him, maybe I would rather die.
Not like this, but all the same.
I feel empty and beaten down.
It's only a matter of time.
The jokes on him though.
I am also positive for HIV.
Now so is he..