“It had been going on for years and was so frequent it had a name: MERCs. Middle Eastern raping c—-.”
[…]
She had parked near the back of St Mary’s Cathedral but found that after driving a short distance she was too tired to go on. She pulled into a secluded lane, got into the passenger seat, and fell straight to sleep. She was wearing her nursing uniform.
She woke when she felt someone grab her leg. Then she was punched hard in the face.
“I was pulled out of the car and thrown to the ground. There were six of them and they all started kicking me. They were speaking Arabic …
“Three of them raped me on the footpath. They spread-eagled me. A fourth guy sodomised me. He put me in a doggy position and put a knife to my throat.
“He started to cut me. He was cutting through the scalene [neck] muscle. I knew I was going to die … I was in incredible pain. I could hardly breathe. I was swallowing blood.
“Then I heard shouting in Arabic. One of the guys who had not raped me knocked the knife from the guy’s hand. He said in English, “This is f—ed.
“The guy who had the knife, this mongrel, big, bearded, he wrenched my jaw open, pulled my head back, and stuck his hands down my throat. I had no top teeth left, they had been kicked out.
“They started urinating in my mouth. They were all laughing. One of my eyes was closed with blood. Then they just took turns kicking me. They spat on me and left.”
[…]
