OK...here it goes.
He called me up and I went to visit his house last night. It was just he and I. I went around dinner time to help him prepare food because he has family visiting tomorrow evening. He has the nicest family, so I was so excited to help out, and that I was invited. We kind of made a mess throwing scraps and splashing water at each other...
The parents were out (no clue where), it was just me, him, and his little nephew upstairs, playing video games.
He was acting nice to me, nicer than usual...BTW, as far as my parents/family knew I was at my friend's house (parents wouldn't be comfortable with me going over to his house, they always insist that he come over hours) a few blocks away helping HER cook...He had picked me up from my friend's house after my mother dropped me off there.
When we were done, we went up into his room. He went to check on his nephew really quick, and then came back and locked the door. Things immediately got physical from there - at first we were just kissing. At that point, things were going great.
He started tickling me. I really can't help my movements when I'm being tickled, so while I was spazzing around giggling, he used the opportunity to gently lay me gown and he got on top of me. He started kissing my neck, had his hands on my waist...at that point I was getting nervous because we were in a vaguely sexual position, and he was kissing down my neck. But...I'm not going to lie to myself. I did like it. A lot.
I'm just now realizing what an idiot I was. It's like I can't even be mad about it because *I* was such an idiot...He asked me if he could see my breasts. At first I was like, "No!"...but this was my first time really being with anyone like that and all the attention was very intoxicating. He said I was beautiful, the only girl he loves, and that he just wants to see me. I let go of my inhibitions for him and, well...I let him remove my clothes, but I kept my pants on. I won't get into any details there.
I was just so happy at the time that I was loved by someone ... you know? He made me feel better than anyone. And then a few minutes later I felt him unbuttoning my pants. When he said he wanted to "do something", I didn't like the turn things were taking.
I told him I was NOT going to have sex with him, no matter WHAT he says.
He said we're not going to, he just wants to try something else. I said we weren't doing oral, either. He said he wasn't doing that. (Note: I have had oral sex with him before, but I felt pretty gross thereafter, and decided not to do it again for a while). I said no fingers...and then he said he wasn't doing that. At this point I was curious what he was going to do. Knowing his ways, I knew he wasn't going to tell me. So I let him take off my socks and pants.
He got back on top of me and started kissing me again. I figured maybe he just wanted my pants off, so I got into it after a minute or two. I heard him fumbling on the table beside the bed; I thought he was getting a condom after I had said NO SEX. But I opened my eyes and it wasn't a condom, it was a handful of tacks...
He stuck me with one. Right on the inside of my thigh (forgot which one he stuck me in first), high up. Hard - the metal part went all the way through the skin. I bit my tongue - it later became swollen ... I was so startled. That **** HURT.
I yelled at him, asked what the hell he was doing. He told me to be quiet before someone heard. But I was flipping out at that point, trying to slide out from underneath him, but then...I dont know what this is called...he did the thing where you put your elbow on someone's throat to make them be quiet. I couldn't breathe.
He told me to trust him, basically. I just wanted to breathe. He let me go.
After that, he decided he couldn't trust me anymore, so he held my hands down with one of his. Of course I tried to slide out, but he's stronger than me and that didn't work out.
He kept sticking me.
I just laid there. I should have tried to run, but I felt like that was a bad idea, he looked so serious...I guess I was frozen.
He got a knife (from the same place)...well, I think that's what they're called...the kind that folds out from the handle.
He cut me. Not messily like stabbing, but in straight lines...kind of like how it looks when people cut their wrists...except these were long lines on my thigh. He didn't cut any higher than my thigh (thank GOD).
I didn't look at his face while this was happening. I'm guessing he enjoyed it, since he kept doing it. He removed my underwear after that...they had blood on them. Not a lot, but it looked like I had been on my period.
What happened after that was confusing. While it was happening, I knew I HATED him. I was crying. But when he put the knives and tacks away, he helped me up and wrapped me in a robe and took me into the bathroom. He ran me a bath. He asked me to forgive him.
I was going to say no, but the word just didn't get out. I don't know. But I know I didn't say I wouldn't.
He was turning to leave, but I called him back. I asked him to stay. I felt my dignity shrink right there...not that it hadn't already been chopped down a few sizes...but he locked the door and sat by me on the edge of the bathtub. I was pretty quiet, but he did tell me why he did it.
He said he's been getting frustrated lately. I have a feeling he doesn't mean about life in general, but sexually...he's usually cool about everything. You know what I asked him? I asked if he feels better. He said yes, much better. And then I kissed him. He asked about me...I started ranting about **** going on with my dad. He rubbed my thigh and listened to me. Everything returned to normal after that. Well, on the surface - I still feel mentally screwed.
It was a weird deal today at school. He didn't cut very deep, just through the skin, but it dies hurt when I put my thighs together or rub them. Soreness. I was careful about sitting down. People probably think I've been butt-raped...
So far, I haven't told anyone I know. I know that news would get around and he would be in trouble. I DO NOT want that. It's not like he raped me.
From that experience, I think he's a sexual sadist. Nothing extreme (he didn't gag and torture me), but something under that category.
So what I have to ask is...HOW can we satisfy his needs without my pain? I know there are a million reasons why I should break up with him now (I'll leave that out because it's off topic), but...I love him. Even after all the really ****ed up shit he's done to me, I do love him. I've been meaning to talk to him about our relationship, but I just wanted to have a good time cooking turkey and baking cakes for his family for once.
But I need to talk to him SOON. I don't know if talking TO him is going to be enough at this point. I'm worried about him. I'm the one all cut up, but I'm worried about HIM. If he keeps doing this, and does it to other girls, he could go to jail. Especially if his tastes get darker. I seriously doubt jail would help him, anyway...my cousin went to jail and came out worse. Imagine how bad my boyfriend would be emerging from that?
Can someone help being like that? Is it just something that you are, like lesbian or bisexual or straight? I want to help him, but don't know how.
I don't know if I should say something to his parents. But I think he needs help. I'm sure he'd hate me if I did, but I just want him to channel that another way or get HELP.
Even if I do break up with him - I love him, but I can't keep putting up with this - I do want him to be helped. Leaving him isn't going to do much good except maybe for me. But what about the next girl?
And please do NOT tell me to contact a counselor...they'd have to report him for assault.
I'm NOT trying to encourage what he did...I want to help him. He was a wonderful friend before we became a couple (about 5/6-ish months ago), but now I'm starting to see that he has some issues.
====IMPORTANT NOTE====
IF YOU'RE JUST GOING TO CALL ME A TROLL (it just happened)...please don't reply. There's no point. It's the internet - there's not shit I can do to make you believe me, and I'm not posting pictures of my bloody inner thighs on the internet. Either you ignore this, spend your time helping me (which I THANK you for if it's sound advice), or you do what's already been done and be redundant.
It makes me SO upset that I asked for *help* and just because I'm crying because my legs are scarred and burning and not because my boyfriend broke up with me or something less impossible to you - I don't know why it sounds impossible to you that I've been CUT, but whatever - and it's doing nothing.
I described everything in as much detail as I remember. If you have questions about it, ASK. Don't be an asshole.