“Men and sometimes women would come into our room and have sex with me. They were allowed to be rough, but the price dictated the roughness. If they hit me too hard or whatever my dad would stop it.”
The first time I met him was at a house party. He was my roommate’s friend’s brother. My roommate had already praised him a lot before I even met him. That night itself, I just couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“They saw some men with red hot pokers branding women closed.”
I met him online. He invited me to a little diner in his town and I readily obliged although it was well past midnight.
No court. No charges. No solution. In that moment, my university decided that standing for student athletes was more valuable than standing for the victim.
A year went by, and I remained his virgin wife.
We should worry about not finding the efficient cure for mental disease.
I craved the satisfaction from guys who were so below my standards that I look back in utter disbelief at my actions.
There is definitely something chemical happening to me.
She put her hand on my shoulder and told me I was going to be okay. That really surprised me.