I was friendly. That’s all.
He was my friend.
He asked me to go with him to feed his rabbits. How could I say no? I love rabbits. So we went.
They were trying to nibble at my fingers when I felt him come up behind me. I asked him what he was trying. He didn’t even say a word before he turned me around and forced his lips on mine. I pulled back…or tried to. In a second, his hands had already torn my bra off. Believe me, I was fighting. I mean, I liked him, but not that way. I kicked, I punched, I begged… We were up against a wall when he tried to rip my pants off. I was trying desperately to reason with him. Nothing could fend him off. He lifted and started carrying me to his quarters. I couldn’t even move one of his fingers away. He was too strong. He put me down to open the door and there I strangled him. He was laughing. How?
He relented for a second, and I ran. I climbed the gate and ran home.
I’ve been crying.
I can’t stop.
He texted me the next morning saying I was a good kisser.
I want to kill him.
I was once in a similar situation. Called the cops. But now, do I send this man to prison? Again, we were friends.
What if I see him again? Will I run? We’re almost neighbors.
He didn’t rape me. But he was going to. Was he?
Am I just a walking vagina?