He did it again. He grabbed me by my face and pulled me in for a kiss. He did it again. He forced me to make out with him. He did it again. He told me to shut up as he kept grabbing me and pulling me closer.
He did it again. He touched me in ways I told him I did not want to be touched. He did it again. He wouldn't take no as an answer as he dragged my hand and put it on his buldge.
He did it again. I felt pressured into it, yet I still gave in and let him take the last bit of self-respect I had for myself. He did it again. I sat there while he thrusted in and out.
He did it again. I lost myself last night, the last piece of me that was still there. He did it again.
He did it again...
