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In 2013, Arkansas Photographer Carrie Crocker was kidnapped, almost murdered, and raped by third-level sex offender William Burke Martin. This is her story in visual form. The vigilante assaulted her with his fists and a knife. He forced her to clean herself after the event, to prevent prosecution.

Sexual Assault is a horrendous experience for any person of sex, race, or age. Due to taboos in American society, prosecution rates for rape are significantly lower than for other crimes.

William Burke Martin absconded on his parole and moved to Mississippi, where he attempted to rape another underage girl. He was prosecuted for that rape and later died in 2023. William Burke Martin was a stranger.

Carrie has been raped 32 times in Arkansas and in her lifetime through dating violence and stalking and harassment. They hack into her computer with the help of people on social media.. The last one dates December 2025/January 2026. Rape culture is alive and well in the South.

What will happen next? Will she live or die?

“Who cares, nobody cared before, why would I think you would care today?! I’ve been raped so many times at this point, by unregistered sex offenders, registered felons, and men with children, and even a cop. I’ve been cut with a knife, my nose broken, punched in the face numerous times, abused through technology, and hacked to death, contacted the FBI, the CIA, local and state law enforcement in three states. Everyone else has family and friends who care about them, but me, i’m assed out as usual. Financially, technologically, medically abused, my career has been abused, my mind, my heart, and my soul, romantically abused, sexually abused, sexually harassed, blame shifted, name called, and even caller-id spoofed on my own fucking phone number,, etc. etc. etc.Intimidated day after day, forced to defend myself while someone works behind the scenes to cover their criminal, or possibly political, or possibly religious extremism, or possibly their fellow unofficial gang members’ asses like “gamers 2022", or a Qanon members, who knows they hide behind computer screens and fuck with me every move I make to cover their asses and their friends’ asses and their families’ asses because of their drinking or drug-addiction problems, or their sex addictions, or quest for Fame and fortune.

Nobody gave a shit before, they aren’t going to give a shit today, and are not going to give a shit tomorrow. Even with Years of therapy, I can’t save my life from rapists. They can pick me out of a line up in 6 seconds. I’ve witnessed child abuse, even seen my own friends raped on Facebook. Nobody is going to listen to me, or help me, or be there for me, they just want to use and abuse me and set me up as a criminal to gone with my sinking ship because of whatever reason. I’m paying for my cremation, and at least that will be covered. Will is written (got to handle your business. You’d rather help pedophiles and rapist mean nd women kill me, that’s your propagative. I don’t expect to see 43. Guess I was always destined to be murdered and die. Congratulations stalkers, you win, like you always do, because you have more money, more power, and more control with your resources. You are abusing me, my dog, and my cat, and my personal property, including my social security number. FUCK YOU ALL! ” ~Carrie” Carolyn Anne Crocker

Read her story “Steak Knife Rape” on Mediums.com