I thought you were completely harmless. I thought if anything happened that I didn't like I could easily stop it. I was wrong on both counts. The first time your hand came around the back of my neck I started to freak in my mind but I thought nothing of it, Then your hand came back to my throat and you just started to squeeze it. I nearly cried and my throat still hurts a bit now. You told me to beg, beg for what exactly? I was completely confused by this act, yet I still carried on having sex with you. Can definitely say this is not how I pictured losing my virginity. Don't talk to me again. Don't look at me again. If you ever try to touch me again I will hurt you. At least that's what I would love to say, and mean it, but I find myself forgiving you because my mind is yet again, telling me it's my fault. The same lines over and over 'Why didn't you stop it?' 'Why are you making a big deal out of it?' 'It is your fault' Why in the hell do I want to go crawling back to you.