Once again I sit here thinking of him...the monster. The night is when this all comes to me...he rubs me, pulls my shirt up, puts her hands on my breasts, grabs my wrist and forces my hands on hers...he will not let go, either. I need a way out...I tell him no over and over...reasoning doesn't work, kneeing him in the groin doesn't work...then he whispers to me, "who's gonna tell? I'm not gonna tell, she's not gonna tell, who's gonna tell?" I told on the monster.
He told me he thought it would get me hotter because I am bi. Is that my punishment for my sexual orientation?
I have tried everything to get this out of my head, but nothing helps for long.
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