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Politeness Serves No One

I had just started college; this was about ten years ago. I was leaving a frat party on my own. A male friend of a friend texted me to ask what I was doing and if I needed someone to walk me back to the dorms. I had only met him once, but I was a little drunk, and he seemed nice the one time I met him. Also, he knew my friend from high school so I assumed he was trustworthy. I had a couple beers at the party. He met me outside the house, and it was dark outside. He said he had to stop by the liquor store, and he bought a six pack of Smirnoff Ice along with a couple other things. He asked if we could stop at his place first for a drink before he dropped me off at my dorm. I said sure and was fake nice and ultra-friendly, but really just wanted to return home. The man at the liquor store looked like her knew something was amiss. He kept egging me on to drink more, he asked if I liked him, and he led me down to his basement room. By this time, I was blackout drunk and I started to get scared because I didn’t know where I was. I was also raised to always be polite and friendly. He showed me a video of his best friend’s funeral, who had died in the war in Afghanistan alongside him when they were fighting overseas. This was jarring and unsettling. He tried to dance with me, but he was just moving my body around since I was almost unconscious. It’s possible that he drugged one of the drinks. The next thing I remember, I felt frozen and he was raping me on his bed. I told him I had to go, I said I had to wake up early, and he kept raping me for three and half hours. I was not on birth control so I asked him to please use a condom. He did reach into a dresser drawer at one point and put on a condom. I cried throughout and felt frozen throughout. But I realized that if I was trapped, at least I could not get pregnant. At about 3 or 4 in the morning, I found a way to leave. I walked back to the dorms, crying. It has taken me over ten years to open up about what happened. He texted me the next day to see what I was doing and I did not respond. I have not heard anything about him since.

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