He came back aggressive. Whatever I said was offensive and igniting flames of anger in him. I couldn't keep shut anymore. The expression of how I felt kept pouring through words and I didn't bother to hold it back. At one point, he lost it. I think my fighting back only fueled his anger.
He molested, abused and took my dignity away. The one thing that I owned. I had plans and control over which was my virginity, he took it. Without a second thought or considerations. He has left scars all over my back, a carving of who knows what on my chest, smacked my ass with both his belt and hands and took away my pride.
I know that I gave up when he eventually choked me. So I thought. It was like a dream that I had gained freedom and release from his hands and that of this cruel world, but it didn'
