"What are you doing? Stop! I mean it, please stop!" That's the first thing I remember saying after I woke up. He was on me, but I had no idea who he was or why he was on top of me. All I knew was that he wasn't the man I went on a date with. The last thing I remember prior to that was being out to a club with Jaxon, my amazing boyfriend. We were laughing and talking and having a great night. Then, all of a sudden I was with this strange man.
He told me that if I said another word he would slit my throat. I didn't see a knife, but I didn't want to take any chances.
He raped me, three times before a woman showed up. I thought, Thank God, she's here to save me! Too bad that wasn't true.
"Brady, get off her, you know I like them to look decent!
What!? I thought, as he did what he was told. How could a woman condone this?
"Yeah, sorry Brenda, she, she just, she asked me to have sex with her and I couldn't say no."
"LIAR", I screamed as loud as I could, "you raped me! You bastard!"
"Brenda I..." "Save it Brady, I do not care. Put her clothes back on her and bring her down to the hall." Then, Brenda was gone.