Here’s a piece I wrote for a sister blog. Hope you like it.
Here goes nothing…
Day-to-day, whenever he can – he would. He’d take me however he wanted.
Some days I enjoyed it, others – not quite. Yet it was something I craved to survive.
The agony, the chase, the voracity thrilled me to sanity but not to forget, I am still the victim here.
Should I get help? From who? They wouldn’t believe me anyway… There’s still that.
I am both the victim and the aggressor; Paradoxical, I know.
Like I said, it is an insatiable need. I live off this feeling.
I love it but not him.
I scream when he thrusts me… yet I never want him to go slow and he never does.
This is rape, right?
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