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The ties

by @Hurricanebabe

Some people like being tied up. Being tied up scarred me. Being tied up unable to stop the torture, was disturbing. Some people will never understand this torture. He said it was the goodbye to our relationship. This was a goodbye no one wants. People thought it was consensual with the marks on my neck. They were wrong this wasn't consensual, it took my self esteem. The ties were broken after that night. When the ties were broken, he didn't like that. He made different media accounts under different names to see me. I'm proud to say I survived the ties but not many do.
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Hurricanebabe
18 / F / Chicago, IL
For You?
Written by
Hurricanebabe
18 / F / Chicago, IL
Published
May 7, 2019
Time
1m
Tags
#rape#sexual#assault#relationship#torture#harm#survived#story
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