“Stop it! Stop it! Pleassseeee, you’re really hurting me!” I
cried and begged but he refused to listen. He kept tearing at my clothes so as
to have full access to me. I started weeping because what I thought was a joke
had become a disaster. “Please let me goooooo” I pleaded again amidst tears but
it was like the devil had taken over his reasoning. Within a twinkle of an eye,
he had become someone I never knew. I fought so hard but sadly, I wasn't strong enough to resist him. Finally,
he tore the remaining undergarments I had on and had me against my will! The emotional
pain was more than the tearing pain I had deep down my body. How could Kingsley
do this to me? How could he treat me like trash?
