She deserved it. Everyone agrees with me. The signals mixing with the cocktails and I don't even know what time it is.
She had it coming. Her parents told her so. I was acting like any guy would. Should. Skin taunting. Hips hypnotising me with That rhythmic pulsing Suggesting Requesting.
She wanted it. How was I supposed to know when she bit her lip that way, flirted that way, smiled that way, dressed that way asked for it.
She did it to herself. It's not my fault. That's the way things are, right?
Writing prompt: you are the villain, but unaware of it.