What I went through is nothing compared to some other people. It was nothing but still had a huge effect on me. She was hooked worse than me. She s...owed me her cuts. She leaned on me. She even asked me for first aid advice. It was fucked up and I don’t want to go back to that place again. But I do realise how lucky I am when I hear about people who can’t go out in public without covering up scars on their arms or legs. Thankfully I have no obvious lasting physical reminders of it. . “I don’t care,” I told him as we walked together farther into the forest. “I’d like to see them try to attack me. Most of his kind are afraid of me anyway. I broke his friend Tommy’s nose when he tried to give me shit about taking art classes. He was so ashamed he didn’t even tell anyone how he broke it. By the way, you’re paintings are beautiful. I’ve always wanted to tell you that and have never gotten a chance before.” His eyes lit up, there is no other word for it, and we discussed art and. “Would you like to tell us, Nicky?” Nadia asked, “we won’t judge you, we just want to know what happened and help you leave it behind you.”Nick thought for a moment, “I’ll tell you, better out than in.” She took a deep breath and started: “I met her in a club, I’m bisexual and we bonded. When we got to my home she showed me her cock and told me about you, girls. After hearing her I wanted out, but she didn’t let me, she jumped me and raped me. I don’t know how long it went on but all the time. "“You know that if you give it to me, it is mine forever?”“My virginity?”“That, and your pussy,” I replied, “it will be mine. Someone else might get to use it, but it will always belong to me.”“I’d like that,” she replied, “I like that idea.”I leaned down and kissed her. My hands began to travel her body, feeling the firmness under her dress, and I pressed myself into her. I reached up and unzipped her dress, slowly, and told her to step out of it. She pulled it off and dropped it to the floor..