one happened when i was alone.
i heard my doorbell ring and i went downstairs to let him in. we went up to my room and sat on my bed. he started kissing me and asking me for sex as i told him "NO!" he kept on pleading and arguing despite my requests, so i went off on him and said, "get the fuck out!!" we got off of my bed, but i made a mistake...
i didn't watch him leave. i didn't make sure. a few seconds later i felt his hands gripping my wrists... his arms around my body... breath against my neck.
"you're mine now, bitch" he said. i screamed. i cried. i tried to get away. i couldn't stop the bastard though. i couldn't get him off of me. he threw me on my bed... i couldn't do anything now, yet i kept on struggling. i tried and tried, but that didn't do any good. he raped and beat me on that summer day... talked shit to me... he took away my happiness.

two and three drugged me. i can only remember parts of them, but the parts that i can remember are sick.

ALL OF THEM ARE SICK!

four was my ex. they were at my house, my boyfriend and him. my boyfriend threatened to commit suicide, so he came to tell me, obviously with a different intention. he said, "bitch, if you don't fuck me, i swear to fucking god i'll stick a knife up your pussy and twist!" i couldn't scream... i could only cry. i struggled and i pleaded, but he didn't stop... he didn't care.

if you're a victim once, they can sense it on you. they sense the fear... the pain... they can sense the poison others left with you.

but i only have one question to ask...










WHY??

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