Writing my story today is not to condone a rapist or praise men who have issues controlling their sexual urges.
Me being a victim of sexual assault, I understand perfectly what it means to be forced against your will to the extent of being abused sexually. Yes, I was raped. Barely three years ago I was awesomely raped by a colleague of mine and I enjoyed every single bit of it.
My Home and how I Grew-up
Before you bounce on me with your critics, I was raised in a very good home. I had a life where everything was provided for me and that was the problem. As much as I had everything thing I want as a young girl growing up. I was made to account for everything I received.
Now that is my version of strict parenting.
My parents never gave me the listening when I needed it so I grew up depending much on myself. I suffered myself through peer pressure and self emotions. And it had always been their way, their goals and dreams until I got to the university.
My Life at the University
It was at the university I learnt how good it feels to be on your own. The parties and the clubbing’s, you mention, I have tried it all.
It was in the first semester of my final year in the university one Saturday afternoon I met Ben in one of my study group meetings. He was introduced to the group by one of our members so he decided to come to test our intelligence.
As much as I am good academically, this guy was just amazing. I was surprised I was meeting him for the very first time in three years. He had the looks and the body I would kill for if I was single, but I wasn’t. I had a working handsome boyfriend at home and I loved him so much. Plus, I wasn’t the cheating type of a girl.
Now back to Ben. It was the norm of the group to come up with questions to take home at the end of each meeting section. We had four wonderful questions that day and two came from him.
I got to my hostel and upon several attempts to solve the questions, I realised I could only answer two. So as we always do, I sought help from our group WhatsApp platform. As practical as the question was, I had a location for a meet up from a group member to help me with the questions.
How I Got to Know Ben, My Rapist
I left my hostel at 6:00 pm for the meet up only to find out it was Ben the new guy. I was surprised he was already part of the group. He had this warm attitude that was inviting and he was neat.
So he let me in and he explained the questions to me guiding me to come up with successful answers. You are quite a great teacher Ben, you will be a fine Teaching Assistant, I said to him.
We had lots of time to ourselves just chatting to get to know each other and that was how he found out I was in a relationship. Being slightly disappointed we ended our conversation as I prepared for my hostel.
How I got Rape
I said my goodbye and turned to the door and the next I realised was being tightly grabbed from the back and strangled on his bed with my pants down. The whole experience took me about 15 to 20 minutes, with me being unable to say a word. I picked my things, left for my hostel and quickly took my shower.
It was then I realised I was raped by Ben.
(Part 2 coming up on Saturday. Stay tuned)
Questions of the day
- What will you have done, knowing that Ben is a rapist?
- Will you ever fall in love with your rapist?
Live your comments in the comment section below, let us know what you think and what you would have done.
Part Three (Final): How I Got Sexually Addicted to My Rapist
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