We talked here, and it was hot. I gave you my Kik, and we hit it off. Videos, photos, late night chats about how badly we wanted to c** together.
Then I had a bad night where I made some bad decisions. I got drunk. I stayed at his place. I sent you a message to let you know I was okay.
I wasn’t okay.
I slept with him. He couldn’t finish because he was drunk. I felt like I had betrayed you.
He tattooed me the next day, and demanded I pay in s**. I had the money. He refused. He forced me. There was no way I could fight back, so I just gave up and let him finish. He spent the whole day using me over and over.
He took my phone. He found our chats. He got jealous. He smashed my phone on my face and raped me again. I just cried while he shook my body and finished inside.
He let me go about 8am on day two. I went to the hospital. Filed a report. He made me shower before I left, and douche away his ejaculate. They did a r*** kit anyway. He was arrested for assault, with pending r*** charges.
I can’t talk to you anymore.
I’m too scared.
You’re so sweet, though. Never think it was something you did.
I’m sorry.
-M
