During the day he was the oldest soul I had ever met... but as soon as it hit 3:00am he became a monster.
The first night it happened he came into my room and I woke up to him pulling my underwear down and he had lifted my night dress. I asked him what he was doing and he started to touch me ... I asked him to stop and he just kept repeating
"it's okay, you know you want this"
Whilst holding his hand on my mouth... the first night he only used fingers... he used them so hard that I bled from the walls for 2 days. I wish it would've stopped there.
The next day he acted like nothing happened and so did I. I was scared... he told me it's what people do when they love eachother... so I let him do it. I asked him when it would stop and he just smirked.
Through the next few months I would endure : my nipples being bitten so hard that the bled and scarred, being raped multiple times in one night being beaten did I ever resisted and being tied to a radiator so I couldn't stop him.
But the one thing that scarred me more than anything was the night I woke up to him cumming in my face. I will never be able to get over that.
When my mum caught "us" she stopped me from seeing him and slapped me across the face. I wish I would've left it there...
