The entire next day I replayed it in my mind, and waited for him to come home. Sex I fucked him, grinding my hips, thrusting them down on his cock. I was not happy with him, and I never forgave him, but this was a more pleasurable alternative to what he had been doing to me before. My life was going very well, all thoughts of my dark past had but faded away when I again became a victim of rape. I got no reply, he must’ve had a bad day I thought to myself. “I’m upstairs!” I called out, as I continued to fold. I tried wearing clothes that were more difficult to get off, but that just made things more rough, as he had to pull harder, or would simply threaten me and make me undress myself for him. I recommended he join a team again to get his mind off of her, but he refused. I followed him to the university of his choice, which coincidentally took me far away from my home town, and I have yet to return… We ended up getting married in our sophomore year… I should say we got pregnant, and thus married, but it wasn’t a disaster, we were going to anyways. but I didn’t… I just finished the laundry then went down stairs
