you had killed him, the blood on your hands were proof of what you had done. you had no choice, you were afraid. you knew what he would have done if you didn’t, if he hadn’t been too busy unzipping his pants

you let out a cry as you felt two arms wrap around you from behind, screaming and punching them as you tried to get them off of you

”no, no, get off of me” you screamed, crying as you felt your body being turned around