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That sick, sadistic man raped me. I didn't know what was happening, what with my head spinning and my vision distorted; he knew exactly what I wanted, and what I didn't want. I wanted him to leave, and I didn't want him near me. It's not like I didn't know what was happening. He didn't necessarily jump out of a dark alley, or kick down my door, I was overcome by lust and weakness There was a slight knock at my door, a hollowing tap effect. I pulled myself away from the televison grudgingly to answer it. A familiar person stood there. This man had a devilish grin, and attractive features, but hands of thickened skin and construction. I invited him into my home. At first we were just casually talking about our lives, our jobs, followed by the consumption of plenty of alcoholic beverages, and such. I'm exaggerating how many drinks I had to make it seem like it wasn't my fault, I actually only had two. He made the first move, pressing his lips to mine, I could taste the liquor stained on his tongue. I didn't like this, I wanted him to stop. No, i wanted him to keep going. His course hands were fumbling to undo my shirt, I tried to get up, pushing his hands away, screaming "no" in my mind. He bit my neck lightly, breathing heavily into my ear. I sat up, while he was in the two second process of undoing his pants. But I liked it, so I stayed. I stayed there because he had pressed me down. He was now undoing mine, I grabbed his hands. Invitingly. A new kind of fear craweled up my spine, the kind where you knew what was going to happen, and it seemed inevitable. I had the choice to tell him to stop, he isn't a violent man. I wanted him to continue, but nobody will ever know He was inside of me, the nausea and loathing sensation taking over my body and numbing my knees. With each thrust, he replied with a grunt. I felt nothing. I felt everything. Faster and faster he went, I tried to push him off, but his thick hands pressed atop my wrists and pinned me down. It seemed like forever when he was finished. He was tired, but it still wasn't enough for me. The man's head lazily tilted to the side, and he gave an intoxicated, impish grin. Tears choked behind my eyes, and i grimaced. I smiled.

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Britnie Kirkham

Kourtnie,
im always a nice sister to you
but your a bitch to me i give you money
and everything and you just be a bitch
i hope you liked when i did that stuff
but no more get your own money
and STOP being a bitch because im not giving you
anything anymore....

P.s go burn in hell