not this exactly but its not exactly the first time a cunt tried to rape me.
but this time I didn't even stop it I just flipped into slut survival mode.
he said earlier he always carried a knife I didn't want to die, not yet, not anymore.
I know the consequences of saying no to cunts like him.
i'm disgusted by what Ive done it makes me feel sicker then if he did rape me .
I can still taste him three weeks after its horrid I can still feel his tool on me, in me, over me.
his hand massaging my neck his hand squeezing my Boobs his hands in my hair.
him pulling me around by my hair him fucking me to the ground him forcing his tool down my throat,
his knee on my stomach his cum all over me, my stomach, my tits, my vag, my hair my face, my mouth
him saying how he loved me that he could tell I was a nice person and how the heart just speeks for its self.