The way he touched me felt so wrong yet so right. Was it because I was madly in love with him or was it because I was scared? I tried to push him away but no words coming out of my mouth. It was as if my vocal cord was cut off preventing me from screaming or saying 'no'.
"Oh fuck! You feel so good Jess" he groaned in pleasure. His eyes were showing how good he felt. Even his hands, one of his hands was on my neck, almost choking me while the other holding onto the headboard.
How I wish my hands were able to push him away. Not when my hands were tied together on my back. It hurt me a lot when I was lying on my back.
I may have been distracted without knowing he had came inside of me. Unprotected.
My name is Jessice and this is my story.
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Trapped in me (stockholm syndrome)
Mystery / ThrillerThis is the story of Jessica with her abusive boyfriend. Where love seems to be the main reason for all the beating and harassment
