Did he cook because his dad was a chef or was that a lie to cover up the fact that he believed he had to cook for me to please me? When he was drugged months ago at the bar, did he freak out because he feared being assaulted again? Did he say yes to me in my office because he believed I had needs that I had to satisfy? Was he afraid I’d be violent with him as I pinned his hands to the wall? Did I seduce this poor, innocent, broken boy who had never been properly loved into engaging sexually with me, a much older, much stronger, much more powerful person than him?I was disgusted at myself. Even if he had never been in an abusive relationship, I should have never done this, I should have never given in to my foolish desires.And yet, here he was, admitting with astounding bravery what he had gone through, insisting that it wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t to blame for his trauma, but I sure as hell triggered it as I brutally and selfishly used his body. I was so disgusted at myself I even vom
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