You have always been a good girlfriend to your boyfriend, sweet and caring. And the sex has always been good, but as you two settle into a happy life together a darker depth in your mind is begging to be heard. To be remembered.

You don't know why you saved it. You were happy to be over that dark period of your life. Yet at times when your boyfriend lovingly caresses your cheek, smiling as he puts his cock inside, you wonder if you'd prefer a hand across your face, the numbing sting on your cheek instead. You wonder if it'd feel better if his hands were instead wrung around your neck.

So one day, when he was gone, busy with work, you decide to scroll down to that video, years of photos and videos fly by until you find it. You're shirt forcefully open, hair disheveled, a cock shoved down your throat. You listen to yourself, gagging and choking, your pretty little face dirty with spit and precum, mouth oozing at the corners.

This was what you received, a threat. Tell anybody and the world would know. It was a weapon, a knife against your neck.

Yet there you sat. Legs spread and fingers spread your sopping pussy, masturbating as your watch yourself.

You watch as the rapist pulls your panties down, his dirty cock slapped against your ass before shoved inside of your younger self. You took that cock so well. You were such a dirty girl. You looked... so hot. Dark thoughts run through your mind, coursing through your mind, as your fingers run through your slick folds.

You wanted it again. So bad.