note anger, note use of pronoun, "I" from elderly rape victim.
Kill him. Cut off his penis. That’s fine. Cut off his feet, then hit him over the head. Then give him life in prison.”
“This guy knew what he wanted to do,” the woman said at her Upper West Side home.
“He wanted to beat the s--t out of me. I think he’s beaten women before.
“I’m a little jittery. I get the shakes. But I’m more angry. I hope he goes to jail for a long time, and he gets raped, over and over again.”
Despite a broken eye socket, a badly blackened eye and other bruises and scrapes, the professional photographer spoke just hours after the brutal attack at the hands of the same sicko she saw “in the Ramble a week or 10 days ago . . . and he was masturbating.”
“He turned around and I took his picture. He followed me and I thought, ‘Oh, I’m in trouble,’ ” she recalled.
“He said to me, ‘Why you take my picture?’ . . . He was either Russian or Slavic,” the woman said. She refused his demand to give her the “film,” noting, “It’s all digital.”
Yesterday morning in the park, the same “guy comes over to me and says, ‘You remember me?’
“And I said ‘no.’ But of course I did.
“He pounced on me. He jumped on my back . . . I started screaming. And he said, ‘You don’t scream!’ And he grabbed my throat.
I still screamed. ‘He said, ‘I’ll cut your jugular!’ I stopped screaming.”
Then “he raped me — vaginally and rectally. Brutally,” she said.
Afterward, he repeated, “I’ll cut your jugular. He mashed my head into the dirt. He said, ‘You stay there and count to 100.’ I counted to 100.”
The woman vowed not to let the fiend — or his crime — keep her from returning to the park.
“I’m not scared. I don’t want to lose that pleasure. I won’t let anything keep me from enjoying the park,” she said.
“I’m not going back looking like this, but of course I’ll go back. It’s my park.
“I look like hell, but it will heal. I can see I’m alive,” she said.
“Do I forgive him? Absolutely not.
“I know tonight, I will have a little trouble. I’ll feel the weight of him pushing me to the ground, and pummel, pummel, pummel,” she said, as she punched the air around her.