I remember being put into the back seat of the car without a word. My father had his sports gear on, he played in a number of sports so that wasn't unusual in itself.
We arrived at a building that was familiar to me, to avoid making it identifiable I will refrain from any details but I can draw a map of this place and plot every mark on every wall, ceiling and floor to this day.
This was the first time I was to be offered to someone else. It wasn't the last and it later escalated to groups but this was the first.
I remember the person in question, I knew him, I was at school with his son. He was eager to finish and he didn't hit as hard as my father did but he did hit, shout obscenities and when done kicked me to the floor. I became accustomed to people expressing their feelings through violence, the dehumanization of a target must have been part of what made it easier for them. One could argue, that stopping altogether would have solve the problem too!
Of course once one had finished, the other had to have their turn. I was then sent to the showers where it continued again, told to clean up and given 5 minutes to report to the car like nothing had happened.