They Called It A Prank, So I Ruined Their Lives

On the day I was supposed to be the maid of honor for my best friend, I was sexually assaulted in the name of a "wedding prank."

In a deliberately darkened hotel room, my dress was dragged up over my chest while four pairs of hands roamed across my skin.

Vile, drunken laughter echoed all around me.

Afterward, those men simply plastered innocent, sheepish grins on their faces. With a casual "We were just joking around, bro," everyone readily gave them a pass.

I wanted to call 911, but every single person stepped in to stop me.