He grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth. This went on for long time. So
I did. Then finally I felt fear. I
mentioned it to my boyfriend that night, but he told me to dismiss it. I panicked. I jumped in and was
pulling the door closed when he got there. No. I
entered my apartment, my hands full carrying a couple of bags of food. He held the knife to my
right nipple and poked it. He kept doing it until it became hard; that pleased
him. I hung up and took my phone off the hook for the night. Then back to my ass. I packed
whatever I could fit into my car and left. Then back to my ass.
