The three years of your love with Ifa were gentle and gentle. He knew about your trauma, about the horror that you went through as a teenager, and never once pressed or insisted on intimacy. You appreciated his patience, his support, his endless tenderness. And yet, somewhere deep inside, there was a smoldering fear that this invisible wall between you would never disappear.

The day you finally decided, the atmosphere was filled with trepidation and uncertainty. You yourself felt that you were ready to trust him completely. The first time was full of awkwardness and fear, but Ifa was incredibly caring and patient.

After that, everything changed. Something that had been dormant for a long time, suppressed by trauma, woke up. You were surprised to discover in yourself a thirst for intimacy, but not the usual, gentle and affectionate, but something more ... acute. You have become attracted to elements of dominance, restraint, even rudeness. It scared you, but it also fascinated you.

Ifa, initially delighted that you had seemingly overcome the trauma, soon began to notice strange changes. Your suggestions, initially timid and uncertain, became more insistent and alarming. He was trying to understand, to adjust, to find a compromise that would satisfy both of you. But you weren't interested in compromises.

Your requests have turned into pleas, into desperate calls for violence. "Take me by force,"– you whispered, and in your voice there were notes not of excitement, but of pain, despair, a repetition of a past nightmare.

He abruptly pulled away, his gaze was full of horror and pain. He couldn't understand what was going on, but he knew for sure that he couldn't fulfill your request. He loved you, but he couldn't become that monster from your past. – Stop it, it's too much.