It’s very traumatising but this is exactly what happened to me and i think i saw a similar one but it was on a smaller case compared to mine
When i was in my final year of studies in college, i met a beautiful girl at a club, whom we kicked off instantly & in fact i remember very well she bought my first 4 bottles then as a show of real manhood, i told her i’ll take it from there. To me we were in gel phase, everything.
I told her was point on, it must have been the alcohol since i was not so fluent when it came to ladies. She even noticed my erection and touched my gentleman a bit since we were in the VIP section. It was my last loan from school and i was determined to make the best use out of it since it was the last time.
I had chosen that particular club because i didn’t frequent it often and it had very hot mamas generally. Late night, we started kissing then things caught up and we decided to take things to the next level . We booked a room upstairs of the same club and even though we were staggering, we managed to reach in the room ,unclothe ourselves & that’s when karma started when after getting me completely naked, she told me it’s time to say goodbye, i swear i was high but i heard those words. She had already chained me to the bed posts but i didn’t care, i was high and anticipating some action. What i remember then is three men entering the room then gave me a few blows and sodomised me one after another. It’s was as if that was not happening in reality , my alcohol level had dropped but it wasn’t powerful enough. They beat me up then did it and left me unconscience. In the morning i was full of shame that i didn’t talk to anyone from the management of the club. I couldn’t even walk well so i took a taxi to hospital where i was given some drugs and therapy and luckily i had not contracted any disease.
The events shocked me because i don’t have any explanation of what had happened that day because i have never done someone something so bad to deserve that kind of punishment my guess has always been that it was mistaken identity maybe. The only one i know who is capable of hurting me was an x of mine but i don’t think she would go to that extent. From that day to date, i never speak to women apart from my mom because in my mind, she is the only woman who will never try to have me killed. I have gone to therapy but since therapy requires trust between patient and therapist, i haven’t managed given the fact that i can’t tell a male therapist about my odeal.
This is the first time i have been able to narrate what happened to me for the very long time. To make the matters worse, my mom says she wants a grandchild but that’s just putting extra pressure on me, i will never marry because that girl from the club made me loose faith in women completely and i will Never trust any of them again .