*Trigger Warning: This episode contains scenes depicting violence and rape. If this triggers you you can skip it.
*About 5 months ago*
I first met Ken at a friend's birthday party. We hit it off and went on a few dates afterwards. Everything went well and even though we didn't share the same interests, we never put down each other's hobbies.
It all started 4 months after we moved in together. We started having fights about little things, he started getting jealous and controlling about everything I did. I came home late from work one day.
"I'm home! Ken are you here? What's this smell?!".
"YOU!!!! Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your boss. The person you care about more than me!" He screamed at me. I enter into the living room to see him drunk out of his mind, crying, with way too many bottles of alcohol around him.
"What's wrong Ken, are you okay?" I ask concerned as I move closer to him. He grips me tightly on my arm and throws me down on the floor.
"Why would you make me feel this way, why do you keep on belittling me? If you love him so much why not go be with him!"
He kneels infront of me and starts kissing me roughly, biting my lips so much it bleeds everywhere. I push him away, "Stop this, you're way too drunk right now. I'll get you some water so you can calm down and then we can talk." I get up and move towards the kitchen. I fill a cup with water, shaking a bit as this is the first time I'm seeing him like this, and then bring it to him.
"Here, drink this." I hand it over to him. He takes it and throws it at me, hitting my arm. He stands up and glares at me, nostrils flaring up and his breathing becomes faster.
"How dare you, you cheap slut!!" He raises his hand and slaps me hard. He grabs me by my collar and keeps on slapping me over and over again, his grip so strong I can't get out of it. I start to feel dizzy as he slams me on the wall with his right hand wrapped tightly around my neck. I slowly start loosing consciousness as I feel him ripping my clothes apart.
*A few minutes later*
Something hurts. It hurts all over, I need it to end. What's happening right now, are my eyes open? I feel something moving. It hurts so much, someone please make it stop. I open my eyes slowly, my vision blurry, to see Ken above me, my arms and legs tied down with a rope.
"You finally opened your eyes huh. You're finally enjoying it it seems. I'm better than him aren't I, SAY IT!!"Ken squeezes my face staring right into my eyes, his eyes blood shot and his face dripping with sweat all over.
"Pl-please stop, I can't go on. I-It hurts so much, let me go." I plead, with tears dripping from either side of my eyes.
"D-Don't you dare cry infront of me, I can't stand it. Y-You know your tears are my weakness", his voice shaking as he rams into me harder than before.
He flips me over and presses my head into the pillow with his left hand and grabs the rope connected to my neck with his other hand, grinding slowly in me. I can't breathe at this point, and he keeps hitting the same spot. I pass out again.
I wake up to find myself cleaned up on the bed, band aids all over me. I stare at the window, its bright out. I sit up and feel a splitting head ache, I look around the bedroom and see some painkillers and a glass of water by the bed. I know I haven't really had good luck when it comes to relationships but this has never happened. We've been together for almost a year, what could have caused this. The door opens and Ken comes in with a tray of food, breakfast? I stare at him as he sets the tray down and kneels on the floor beside me. The corner of his eyes are red, looks like he has been crying. Like I care.
"I'm sorry Andrew, I'm so sorry. You can do whatever you want with me. I am not going to make any excuses, like saying I wasn't in my right mind. I still did the most despicable thing to you, I am sorry. I can't believe it myself, who do I think I am." he cries, hitting his head on the floor. "No, I should stop. You're the one who should scold me and let your anger out on me. If I do it, then you would have no room for it and I don't want you to feel worse than I've already made you feel."
He reaches out to hold my hand, and I flinch, visibly. He puts his hand down, looking like his whole world just crumbled.
"I am going to stay at a friend's place till you want me back. But before then please lash out on me to your hearts content and please take the medicine and eat this porridge I made, while it's still hot".
I silently watch him blowing on the spoon and trying to feed me. I slowly open my mouth but close it back immediately because of the pain. A look of horror fills his face when he sees how uncomfortable I am. I open my mouth again and he puts the spoon in my mouth gently. I manage to finish the porridge and he takes the plate away. He comes back a few minutes later and carries me to the bath tub where he cleans me up softly and brushes my teeth. He dries me with a towel gently, watching and lightly grazing my wounds slowly. He carries me back to the bedroom and dresses me, everything he does silently, so quietly that I can hear his heart racing. He tucks me in tightly under the covers and lays down beside me holding me softly and stroking my hair as I fall asleep.
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