You know what I want?

I wanna start dating a nice guy. He’s so sweet to me, always listens to me, comforts me when I’m sad. He gets along great with my parents. He helps me with housework after we inevitably move in together. He’s such a handsome guy, with a wonderful smile. I fall hopelessly in love with him. People say I’m rushing into the relationship, but I know we’re meant to be.

And then, he slowly starts to change.

It starts with a few dismissive comments here and there. He starts calling me stupid, in a joking silly manner. He gets rougher in bed. He calls me a slut for the first time when he chokes me and I get wetter around his cock. He goes out with his friends and expects all the housework to be done when he gets back.

Valentine’s day comes around. I prepare a romantic dinner for him. He never shows. I text him. He ignores me. I cry at night, before I go to bed. The first time (of many) that he made me cry.

I wake up in the middle of the night when I feel his cock penetrating my pussy. He sees that I’m awake and covers my mouth. I try to push him off, but he holds me down effortlessly.

“Why the fuck are you struggling, bitch? I already know you love this cock. You’re such a filthy whore, Jaycee.”

My boyfriend is raping me. I need to tell him I don’t consent to this. I bite his hand, and he pulls it away. Before I can say anything though, he slaps me hard across the face. “Stop! I don’t consent to this!”, I manage to get out. He doesn’t stop. “I know, you dumb cunt. That’s why I’m doing this. I’m a rapist, Jaycee. I get off on rape. The man you love is a rapist.”

He licks off my tears and fucks me even harder. He laughs at me begging him to stop. He slaps my tits until they’re red and sore. He tells me that he doesn’t love me. That he’s always just seen me as a cunt. That he was nice to me because he wanted this moment to hurt more. He cums inside me. After he pulls out, he moves less than an inch away from my face and says, “If you tell anyone, I will fucking kill you. You’re my bitch now.”

So I don’t tell anyone. In public, he’s still my loving boyfriend. But in the privacy of our own home, he’s my personal nightmare. He rapes me every day. He asks me how I’m feeling, and then slaps me in the face and says he doesn’t care before I can answer. His handsome smile is taunting now. He laughs in my face when I cry and says it makes his dick hard, and forces me to blow him with tears still running down my face. When I comply, he rapes my face so hard I puke. He orders me to do the dishes, spits on one of the plates after I’m done, and then rapes me as punishment for not doing a good job. He tells me how stupid I am for not leaving him, while also reminding me that I can’t ever leave.

One day, my dad comes to visit us. I get my dad alone and tell him everything. I burst into tears as I tell him all the horrible things my boyfriend has done to me. When I look up at him, he’s smiling. “I already knew all that, Jaycee. He told me all about it already.” He pushes me against the wall. “He told me about all the raping, all the abuse. It made me so fucking hard, Jaycee. I got so horny thinking about my pretty little daughter getting raped.” My boyfriend walks in, his cock already out. “Every man in your life wants to rape you, Jaycee. They all think you’re just a cunt and a pair of tits. Even your father.” My dad unzips his pants. He rapes my cunt while my boyfriend fucks my face. They talk about the ways my boyfriend has raped me while they use me as an object. They both cum when my boyfriend talks about how much they’re traumatizing me.

The man I love has turned into a monster, but I still remember all the wonderful times we had. I cry when I think of those times, knowing he was lying to me. Every time he looked deeply into my eyes, he was just seeing a rapetoy. I feel so hopeless.

He proposes to me. I say yes. He laughs and tells me I’m a dumb little whore and he’s gonna enjoy raping me for the rest of our lives as he slides the ring onto my finger.