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When I looked into the dining room I saw two people standing there. They were standing between the dining table and the window. They were both together. I saw that the man that was holding the torch was wearing a black-hooded jumper with a black cap underneath. He had the torchlight shining in my eyes, so all I could see was a shadow. The man with the hooded jumper said, 'Go back to bed'. The other one said, 'You're just dreaming'.
They were walking towards me when they said that. They were whispering, but spoke firmly. I went back into my room and they told me to lie down. I'm not sure which one said that. I lay on my bed and the one that didn't have the torch said, 'Move over'. I moved over and he sat on my bed next to me. He was sitting so that if he were to lie down he would be lying next to me, facing the same way. I looked at him. He was trying to shield his eyes from me, but when I moved over I saw everything above his eyes. He was not wearing anything on his head.
There was no lighting in my room at all except for the street lighting on the corner outside our house. There was a bit of light coming from outside. The blind was up about 15 centimetres from the bottom of the window.
He had an oval-shaped head and black hair with grey through it. It wasn't that noticeable, but because he had short hair I saw it at the front. It was silvery-grey. I saw what looked like the top of a beard at the top of his cheeks, but I couldn't tell if he actually had a beard or not. I didn't see the bottom half of his face.
He had bushy dark eyebrows and dark brown eyes. His eyes were smallish and oval-shaped, but not Oriental. I don't know if he was Aboriginal or not because he was neither dark nor white-skinned as far as I could tell. He sounded similar to the other person, but I would not say he was Aboriginal. I would describe the way he sounded as feral.
The other one, the one with the hooded jumper, was standing near my door, I think. The torch was not on at this stage. The one with the hooded jumper said, 'Where's the safe? Where's the money?' His voice was kind of husky and he had a kind of Aboriginal accent. He sounded really uncultured.
I have Aboriginal friends at school and they speak differently to my white friends. The man with the torch spoke like them. I said, 'We don't have a safe. I don't know where the money is'. Then the man with the hooded jumper left my room. I could hear him going through stuff, and ruffling sounds of paper and plastic bags.
I was lying on my back as I would normally do to sleep. My head was on my pillow against the bedhead. The man on my bed grabbed something off the floor and put it over my eyes. The man on my bed held the piece of clothing there. I noticed that his right hand smelt like tobacco.
I tried to keep it there, but it kept falling off. I don't know what it was he put on my eyes, but it was a piece of clothing. It was slipping off my eyes. I don't know why it was slipping, but I guess he had put it on my face too much on one side. He said, 'How old are you?' I said, '14'. He said, 'I don't believe you'. I said, 'Look in my bag. There's year 10 school books'. He said, 'I don't want to'.
He asked me, 'Are you a virgin?' I said, 'Yes'. He said, 'Do you still want to be a virgin?' I said, 'Yes'. I then started to think that he was going to force me to have sex with him. I became more frightened. He then put his hands down my pants and groped me, and placed his fingers inside my vagina. He used both hands and was using a few fingers at a time. I was wearing blue silky pyjamas with stars on them, without any underwear on underneath. They have an elastic waist, and he has just reached underneath the covers and slipped his hands into my pyjama pants.
When he put his fingers inside me he hurt me and I said, 'It's falling off', meaning the clothing that he had put over my eyes. I thought that he might stop what he was doing to hold it, but he said, 'Hold it there'. He then pulled both his hands out.
The other guy came in and said, 'Where's your laptop? Where's the other man?' I said, 'My stepdad's gone to Hamelin Bay and the laptop's probably with him'. He said, 'Don't lie. Where have you put it? I've seen it before'. I said, 'I don't know. I don't know'. He went out again and was looking through stuff.
When he was out of the room the one on my bed stayed where he was. I said, 'Am I dreaming this?' He then bent down and attempted to kiss me and said, 'Are you dreaming this?' When he tried to kiss me it was on the mouth, but he couldn't, as I sucked my lips in, kept my mouth closed and wouldn't kiss back.
I have a button missing on my pyjama top, which is about the middle, and he has then put his right hand, which was closest to me, in through the gap on my pyjama top and started to feel my breasts. He has opened my top upper [sic] bit and then leant over and kissed my breasts and sucked it and said, 'Get your boyfriend to do that next time'. He also gave me a hickey on my left breast, which has left a mark.
Then the other guy came back in again and the man on my bed quickly sat up and tried to be all mean again and repeated the other questions, 'Where's your safe? Where's your money?' Then they were both in my room asking, 'Where's your drugs? Where's your tablets?' I said, 'We don't keep any drugs in the house'.
Whilst they were asking questions the man on the bed pulled up the covers again and then put his right hand into my pyjama pants and groped my vagina. He didn't put his fingers inside me this time. He kept talking and asking questions like nothing was going on, and I don't think the other man knew what was happening. He leant over and whispered to me, 'I bet you're a real slut'.
They continued with, 'Where's your tablets?' again. I said, 'What tablets?' They said, 'Your mum's sleeping tablets'. I said, 'She doesn't take sleeping tablets'. One of them said, 'Yes, she does. If she didn't, she would have been awake by now'. I don't know which one was asking me the questions. They were both asking me questions.
The guy with the torch went out again and was gone for a while. The man on the bed asked me, 'What's your name?' I was scared, so I lied and said that my name was Sarah. Whilst he was sitting there, he pulled down his pants and his boxers. I think his boxers were red and black in colour, and silky. He said, 'Sarah, touch this'. He grabbed my left wrist with his right hand and forced it onto his penis. His penis was soft and he told me to squeeze it. I felt it become more erect and I pulled my hand away. I also noticed that it wasn't very hairy.
He pulled up his pants and just sat still. I could hear him breathing heavily, but wasn't doing anything. When the other man came back, I couldn't see what he had. I still had the cloth over my eyes. He was repeatedly asking me, 'What's your mum's PIN number for her credit cards?' I said, 'I don't know. I don't know. She didn't tell me'.
The guy I thought was the Aboriginal came closer to me and said, 'Tell us and don't lie'. He was angry when he said that because he said it loudly. I could feel a screwdriver up against my neck when he said that. Then they both left the room for a little while, maybe a few minutes. They kept checking up on me, turning the torch on and off, shining it on me.
Then the man that was sitting on my bed came back in and asked me where the rope was. I said it would probably be in the shed. He said, 'Get up'. I got up. He said, 'Go get the rope'. He stood behind me and was holding my arm back behind me. He walked me out of my bedroom, and the Aboriginal guy said, 'Get back in your bed'. I said, 'No'. I had my eyes covered then also. They were shut as well. I shut them because I was scared.
The Aboriginal guy held the screwdriver at my neck again and said, 'Get back in your bed now. We'll bash your mum and rape you if you don't'. I went back and got in my bed, and he has dropped the screwdriver and I have sat on it, and felt it against my leg. I picked it up and noticed that it had a yellow handle. It was heavy, and about 20 centimetres long. It had a special end on it, with about four grooves that meet in a point. I then told them that they had dropped it and one of them grabbed it off me.
When I was in bed the one who was sitting with me before came inside also. He sat down next to me, where he had been. He said, 'Where's the man?' I said, 'He's in Hamelin Bay'. He said, 'Where's the mobile phone?' I said it was with him.
Then the other man, the Aboriginal one, came back in my room and they were talking to each other. I couldn't hear what they were saying. I heard them laughing, so I presumed they were on drugs. It was like chuckling, and pretty childish, and it reminded me of a movie I had seen when someone had been sniffing something and they were laughing the same way.
I'm not sure which one, but one of them put a shirt on me from my shoulders up and told me to face the wall. I was lying on my bed then, so I rolled to face the wall. I asked if I could go back to sleep and they said, 'Yes, go back to sleep'. The one that was sitting on the bed got up. I could feel the weight lift.
I heard them talking outside my room and they said, 'Don't move until we tell you to', and they left the room and shut the door. I could hear in the background mum's drawers opening and shutting in her bedroom and I suppose they were looking around because I could hear them walking.
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The man that sat on my bed was about early to mid twenties, fairly skinny build, and about the same height as Cameron Anderson [an interviewing police officer]. He had short black hair with grey through it, and dark bushy eyebrows with dark brown oval-shaped eyes. He had facial hair and it was fairly prickly. He also smelt of tobacco and had rough-feeling hands. He talked feral and had an olive or tanned complexion.
He was wearing black pants. I'm not sure what they were made of. He didn't have any zips so I'm pretty sure they were not jeans. Underneath he was wearing black and red silky boxers and he also had a black weatherproof-type jacket that kept swishing as he walked.
The other man was Aboriginal. I could hear him speaking with an Aboriginal accent. He was about the same age and of the same height as the other man, and of an average build. I didn't see what he looked like, but I saw that he was wearing a black cap underneath a black polar fleece hooded jumper and black pants. I didn't see what shoes he had on, but they were pretty quiet, so they would have been joggers or something similar as you can normally hear the footsteps on the floor easily. He had a husky voice.
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