My Attempted Rape Experience And Why I Think All Rapist Are Mentally Sick -1

Those that know me very well would agree any day, anytime that I am a hopeless romantic. Depending on my mood, I am the kind of girl that fancies public display of affection, dancing to a love song with my love, pillow talks – just anything romantic. But that can only happen if I have feelings for you. And if I don’t like you at all or there is nothing about you that fascinates me, you would probably see me as one tough girl without emotions. Unfortunately, that’s how most of you all see me, which is fine. No hard feelings.

Being a hopeless romantic – I always had an idea of how my “first time” would be. I wanted it to be memorable. I wanted it to be with someone I love but that’s after I would have made him wait for it. That special day, he would probably come home one night and meet me wearing sexy lingerie with soft music playing in the background. He would return my smile, drop whatever he is carrying, take me into his arms and kiss me passionately. I wanted everything to be slow – you know the kind we see in movies. Yeah, that’s how I wanted it. Even though my best friend already filled my ears with how painful the experience is, I knew my lover would be patient enough to take me on a gentle ride so; it would not be as painful as it’s supposed to be.

You see, I had all these ideas in my head and even though I had a boyfriend then, I kept waiting for the right time. I watched a lot of porn videos, read a lot of articles on “How to satisfy a guy in bed”.

When I was still in law school, I was still a virgin or scratch that, I was just a girl that has not had a dick penetrate her vagina. Sorry, I just don’t fancy calling myself a virgin when I have done practically everything that people do while having sex, save for penetration. Or better still, let me put it this way; I was a “Technical virgin”.

While in law school, I was known for always going out. I didn’t mind the huge law books and the plenty syllabus that we had to cover, I made sure I had fun to the fullest. I combed Lagos, very well. So, I had this friend working on the Island, Lekki to be precise. Most times, when he closes from work, he comes around to see me. Our campus was not that far. And whenever he comes, he usually had a lot of goodies with him which I would end up sharing with my roommates. Countless times, dude invited me to his house, and I declined. I mean, it has not been long we met and you just want me to visit you straight up. No, dear – that wouldn’t work. He was cool with it, or so I thought.

I visited him at his office one weekend. It was a Saturday and he had some stuff to tidy up. When I came, the plan was to wait for him till he locks up for the day then we would hang out. I was at the reception room waiting for him, making snapchat videos as per baby girl that I am. Dude finished locking up, came and joined me. We talked for a while before I suggested that we should start going. He said we are not leaving until I kissed him. I laughed thinking he was joking. I stood up, he dragged me back forcefully and insisted that I kiss him. I scolded him for that and the next thing that happened made my feet freeze. He grabbed me, held me against the wall, and tried forcing his lips on mine. I had no idea where the rage came from – like, how was it possible that this cool dude suddenly turned into a monster?

I tried fighting him but failed – I was too small for him. Aside from that, he had already given me a sound slap that sent me flying to the other end of the room.

“Small girl like you, you are taking me for a ride. I am having sex with you today whether you like it or not” – those were his exact words. My heart began beating so fast – the more I tried to fight him off, the more beating I received. He smashed my phone so I would not be able to call anyone. I tried to escape but he had locked everywhere. The tears came freely; hot liquid trickled down my legs.

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