Hillary Clinton raped me.

I was one of the roustabouts at a political rally -- the guys who set up the podium, the stage, that sort of stuff -- the everyday people who make these rallies and these events work. It was a pretty typical one for Hillary, with about 40-50 people showing up, not including the staff. She didn't seem ill physically, but she did seem a bit depressed, and on top of that, a bit out of it, like, she didn't know what was going on.

During the event, I was late getting one of the coconut milk dispensers set up after the first one was beat, and the 10 or so millennial girls drinking from it started to complain. I didn't think it was a big deal because it just took five minutes (literally, I timed it), but they all either turned away or gave me nasty looks.

When it was over, I entirely forgot about it. Some hours had passed, after all. But Hillary wanted to speak to me directly, and I was more than happy to. I never met a Presidential nominee before, at least not from a major party! So I wasn't thinking about this at all. When I got into the tent that she was to meet me in, she had a sour look on her face. I'm not sure if they were Secret Service or some kind of privatized suits, but they held me down, and kicked me in the gut a few times. After that, they pulled my pants down as I sobbed, and Hillary inserted objects into my rectum, and eventually peed on my face. It was disgusting.

They left me there, tied up. One of the other rousties untied me about an hour later, my rectum still bleeding a little bit.

I didn't go to work the next day. I was fired the day after that. When the next pay period came around, I wasn't paid for the work I did.