Luna

Stop.

And with one hand, he's like groping around on my chest.

And with the other hand, he slips his hand into my pants and starts to put his fingers into me and slamming into me very aggressively and quickly to the point where I was crying in pain.

I don't think I was in my body at that point.

I recently discovered that when I talk about it now in therapy, I was watching myself and I wasn't actually me in that moment, which I think is a protective mechanism for my brain.

I snapped back into it all of a sudden after it had been going on for four or five minutes of him just being aggressive and violent, covering my mouth, trying to get me to stop talking.

And then at one point I sat up just a little bit to try to push him off me.

And then that's when he choked me until I was unable to even speak.

Finally, I was able to move my leg and kick him off of me.

And that's when I finally got him to stop.

I think it startled him.

And that's when he let go of my throat.

He took his hand out from my clothes and he backed up to the foot of the bed.

And I was like, what is wrong with you?

It was divine timing.

My roommate was calling me and he could hear my phone ringing in the shower caddy.

While I had the opportunity and the side of the bed was open, I quickly rolled over completely topless.

It was so humiliating and it was cold and dark.

My shorts were like halfway down and it was just awful.

I felt so exposed.