Hello!
This is the first story I wrote and my first post here, so please be patient. I first wrote the story in German and with the help of DeepL I translated and corrected it to English.

Part 1

She screamed. The man suddenly grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground. He caught her rowing arms trying to fight him and bent them onto her back. Then he rammed his knee on it and she wheezed, the air was pressed out of her lungs and with her face on the dusty floor she struggled for oxygen.
"Do something! It can't be!" The voice in her head ordered her to defend herself and to rebel against the tormentor despite the pain. She tried to kick after him, but she could not reach him. She tried to turn on her side, but he was too heavy. She tried to sink her teeth into the hands which now reached for her, but the man just laughed. He laughed a deep, excited laugh, like a child who had permission to destroy something. The thick fingers reached into the dark long hair and the braid, lovingly done this morning, disintegrated.
She screamed again. How could no one hear her? She wanted to shout 'help', the only word that came to her mind. At that moment her head was jerked back, then smashed violently onto the asphalt. The impact was so violent that she almost lost consciousness. She felt her forehead burst and the blood ran down her face. As he lifted her head and inspected the result, she looked dazed through a red glassy veil back into the grinning face. She swallowed, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue and whispered, "Please…" Please, what? She didn't even know who that person was. Apparently, this redneck took pleasure in what he was doing. Over and over again, he banged her head on the floor: On the fourth blow, she went black.
When she regained consciousness, now lying on her back, she felt something tampering with her top. Only a little time could have passed. She opened her eyes slightly, but closed them again immediately. "No, this couldn’t be," she thought. The man was now kneeling over her; he was naked! He must have undressed when she had been unconscious. She didn't want to open her eyes again, didn't want to see his fat fingers tearing her shirt. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her mouth was dried out and she could hardly think straight. Panic seized her. The situation was hopeless, what could she do? Why did no one come to help?