The next day I have to deal with what happened and eventually have to return to work. The night after Richard fucked me on my desk I was scheduled to work alone with him again. I couldn’t sleep the next day, and a few hours before work I called off saying I wasn’t feeling well.

This is something that happened to me years ago at a previous job and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I’ve only talked about it to one other person and not even my bf knows about it. Full warning this is a true story of a rape. I’m not looking for sympathy, or