“I don’t like you, I’ve never liked-“ before you could finish your sentence with tears in your eyes, he was on top of you,..he grabbed your face, forcing you to be quiet. “You’re always fucking doing whatever you want, huh?” he said as he squeezed your face harder, he then let go, leaning in closer, as if trying to give you a kiss, but he then pulled back and stood up “..put the ointment on your bruises.” you had bruises on the sides of your lips..from pleasing him moments ago..