After having dinner at a restaurant in Jean Crossing shopping centre, Centurion, I rushed to the toilets. As I made my way down the eerily isolated passage that leads to the toilets, I heard footsteps behind me. They were slow at first, as if the person was just sauntering towards their destination. But suddenly, they got louder and closer – so close that I could feel the man’s warm breath on my exposed shoulder.

My heart was pounding, but I knew that I was stuck, because the only way out was where I had come in, and there was no way I could go back there with this menacing character behind me. My instincts told me to run as fast as I could and lock myself inside the women’s toilets. But before I could plan this properly, the man’s hand grabbed me by the back of my neck, so forcefully that I immediately spun around. And there, standing right in front of me, a coy smile on his handsome face, was Thabo Bester, the man known as “the Facebook rapist”...