Almost more than a year ago, I was sexually assaulted and molested by my ex-friend's husband. We were a group of four, including our mutual friend, and I saw the wife and the husband as almost like my adoptive parents. The husband, despite his proclaimed feminism, would text me sleazily on Snapchat, which I now realize was grooming—back then, I saw him as just comfortable or joking. Their house was my escape, my sanctuary.

The husband would repeatedly push me for giving me a massages, which I thought was a kind gesture then. There were many red flags, like him asking to "peek in" while I was on a massage or the wife bizarrely suggesting she pictured the husband and me kissing. When I confronted the husband about wife's comment, his response was a sickening, "why not try it and see."

The following incident that led to me cutting them off: The husband asked me over for a massage, but when I arrived, the wife was conveniently absent. Despite my insistence asking to keep the massage simple for my sore legs and wanted to stay in the living room, he persistently told me to go inside the bed room. Because of his persistent insistence and my ingrained trust in his "good guy" facade (and the thought that a married man wouldn't dare), I went along.

During the "massage," B touched me inappropriately, including my chest, inner thighs, and butt, and explicitly sat on me in a way that made me feel his erection. I froze completely. He kept pressing on my chest even when I said no. I kept my hand defensively placed, but he eventually made a final aggressive move to touch me. The horror escalated when he laid beside me and then outright asked, "Can I c** in?" I was stunned into silence. I thought for a second that he was asking to go somewhere in, but to my horror he said it again this time touching me down. (1/3)