I was 19. He was in his late 20’s.
The bright and shiny athlete who was so entitled, he took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
I told him to stop, I said no. Over and over again, I just kept saying those words.
My body though was frozen.
Somewhere in the back recesses of my mind I heard a voice that said, “It will be over soon. He won’t hurt you if you just stay still.”
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