Once He finished talking, I asked “do I have options?” He asked “what options? Ya lil ass don’t want me?” I didn’t respond. We got out of the car and before we even got in the house, all I heard was “oh fuck….get down…..”
Pop pop pop pop pop….. I have no idea how many shots were fired or how long the gunfire lasted. I only remember being on the ground crying, shaking and terrified. Rahkeem finally pulls me up and holds me tight. “Go in the crib bae, go downstairs and stay there. Don’t fucking move nigga, you hear me, don’t fucking move.”
With that He sped off in the car. While sitting in the basement, my mind was all over the place. Why am I so worried about this nigga? He has beaten me, raped me, embarrassed me and here I am still worried.
In mid thought my phone buzzed.
Trey (Roomate): Mar, bro wtf is going on? You gay nigga?
Me: Bruh, it’s a long ass story, I’m not gay, fuck I guess I am
Trey: nigga WTF, you just sucked that nigga’s dick, yo ass gay
Me: fuck you nigga
Trey: nigga stfu, I’m not trippin, just mad you ain’t tell a nigga. Do you know who that nigga is tho
Me: I know some shit bout him y?
Trey: just making sure you good my nigga
I heard Rahkeem pulling up, and then the door open. “Yo bae, come up, we good” I still did not move. “Damarion, ya lil ass betta be in this house or you a dead nigga” I still didn’t move. He opens the door and see that I’m sitting in the chair shaking. “WTF, why you ain’t bring ya ass nigga when I called you”. I just looked at him. “Rahkeem you told me not to move and I honestly don’t feel like getting beat again” He approached me and I instantly got scared and backed away. He grabbed me but it was a soft grab. “Bae, I’m sorry. Idk how to do this shit, but I will never intentionally hurt you” I have no idea what came over me but all I could say “Please fuck me and fuck me hard”
“Yo, wtf. I’m trying to love on you and you begging to be fucked”
“Daddy please fuck me, I need it” I don’t know why I called him daddy, but he turned me around ripped my pants and rammed all his dick in my ass. This wasn’t the soft love making sex, he was fucking me hard and rough. I could feel every stroke, my ass was being stretched and I was begging for more. I knew he was close and I started throwing my ass back to meet his stroke and then bam, I felt him shooting his load up my ass. We were both breathing heavily, he spoke first “Nigga, are you ok?”
I had to finally admit to my rapist that I was in love with him and I needed to be his bitch every second of every day. “Rahkeem, I love you”
I wasn’t expecting the next thing to happen, but he pulled out of me turned me around and said “you love me? Prove it. Open your mouth” I’ve cleaned his dick before so I thought nothing of it, he put his dick in my mouth and I could taste a mixture of our juices, and all of sudden he started pissing in my mouth. I was startled but I knew not to piss him off. After He was finished, he picked me up and said “ damn bae, you do love me because I didn’t have to make you do that, you just did that shit, but we need to talk”………
