My First Love

My First Love

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_ I thought you would never do that in your whole life. _ It's not like you haven't forced me (with a calm tone but boiling with rage inside) _ Stop pretending. I know you love it. He draws me even more towards him, using a little of his strength to the point where I could feel his breath and look into my eyes with his sparkling ones. Suddenly there is a void in my head. I am captivated by those soft yet deep light brown eyes that I notice for the first time. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- My name is Anira. I am Malian and I am 20 years old. I am a virgin but not for religious reasons. I have never been very religious despite coming from a religious family. I just hate men. Yes, you heard right. I hate them all and I am very happy like that. Unfortunately for me I will leave my hometown and everything I know because my mother is getting married. Obviously I'm happy for her. But it turns out that her new husband has a 22-year-old son. I don't need to say it's like a nightmare for me. But that was before I knew he was going to change my life.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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