I was waiting at Romford train station in essex uk around 11.25pm a month ago for a train and when I was about to get on the train noticed it was unusually empty apart from a drunken hen party that got on. They all seemed out of their head on krocodile, meth, coke and nitrous oxide as well.
I sensed they were a danger when they started flashing their bits at the driver but just hid away in first class.
Next thing I knew was when I was passing brentwood they walked into the first class carriage and started making demands that I take my top off and let them massage me.
At this point I was getting worried as I was carrying some items that may look bad to police including duct tape, gas mask, pentobarbital, needles, piano wire. I also had a panzefaust antique in my guitar case.
Regardless of me saying no. They ripped my jacket off and when I tried to gather my stuff to run away one was trying to tear my shirt off while another had my belt buckle in her teath.
At this point I think one of them injected me with scopolamine drug as I vaguely remember telling them I was a famous footballer when they marched me to a cashpoint. They did not force me to withdraw as they said the article in daily mail would cover it in kiss and tell.
Anyway. I woke up in a church in the grooms outfit which was a batman burberry costume. I guess I was there to take the place of the groom who ran off with his sister when he realised she refused to renew the tax on his golf gti unless he married her instead.
Anyway when I escaped, I realised they had dressed me in an summers underwear and I had mushrooms growing on my schlong.
Was I raped by these fair maidens?