*Chuckles*......A man getting raped? Impossible...

I still remember that day raw and exsanguinating...

It was a regular night, I sat vacant and musing deep, with her occupying my every notion.

It had been one month since our break up but I was certainly not over her.
That was when I jolted up to the thudding on my door.

I was pleasantly surprised to find her standing by my doorstep, this late at night especially one month post us splitting up.

Numerous emotions clouded my mind; however, guardedness was not one of those I was rather contended to finally see her but that didn't cease the forthcoming uncertainty of what could have brought her here this late at her ex-boyfriend's place?

That was when she spoke, answering my unasked question, that she was drunk.
One could smell the alcohol that filled her system when she spoke in the signature slurry voice of any drunkard-
"Hello.....babyyy."

That alarmed me, she should not be here, but I failed to take any action as she stumbled inside my room.

"What...were you doing babyy," she spoke with unwarranted giggles.

"Sharen-" I proceeded
But she spoke cutting me off, "Were thinking about me, now weren't you?"

The way, she pinched my nose got me aghast.

Going a little far from me she began to unshackle her chains, giggling nonchalantly.

When she went for her dress was when I discerned, that was it, I could not stand her in this house anymore.

"Sharen...I think you should go home."

"Why? Are you over me? Or wait did you find someone else?......... Oh leave it even if you did, you won't be with her for long 'cause she can't offer you something that only I can...."
As she was further leaning on me, I was getting more concerned for her, what had she done to herself?

In a flash she began unzipping her dress, I assiduously tried to stop her but she was out of control.

She was getting deranged throwing off all my efforts to stop her.

"What happened? Now you don't want me? Hun? What's changed now?"
She was spitting witless words in her horsey voice, her presence didn't contend me anymore rather I was conflicted.

"I can't get physical with her."

"But she was not abiding by my verbal pleas."

"Then what was I supposed to do?
Sorely sanction this torture?"

Not long after, she pushed me on the bed, besides.
That was it, I could not condone her actions anymore.

That was when I put my physical strength to action,
Holding her by her wrist, I swiftly withdrew her from that ill-suited position.

"Now you'll abuse me?" She retorted

"As I said earlier, it would be better if you leave, right now." I quoted, severely.

"You wouldn't want that." She whispered further in a psychotic way that left me altered.

"If I go out, I'll tell the cops, that first you impregnated me then raped me."

"What?" I repented in utter disbelief, I was getting unresolved for the fact that she was the same girl I dated.

The same girl I planned my future with.

The same girl, I wanted to begin a family with. Was she really implying that she would use my unborn child's name to procure sympathy and accuse me of something so barbaric?

That was when I lost it.
I loosened my grip on her arms.
But when I began to think it was the most demeaning she could get, she forced herself upon me.

I still remember, as a freshly extracted honey, it dripps through my mind the way she touched me.

'Causing me to hate myself

I still had hope, she would stop but she was determined to prove me wrong.

The almost rustling sound caused when she tore my shirt as a succubus would still shake me up to this day.

The feeling of her being all over me, still makes me feel unholy.

Was she not the same girl I knew for and dated for three years?
Was she not that confidant, chirpy lady, almost everyone in our office had a crush on? But she only spotted me 'cause I gave her the respect she deserved and not just drooled over her body?

Who was the person massacring me that day, she was definitely not my Sharen?

I felt weak and pathetic for having the strength but not being able to do anything, which made me feel handicapped.

I don't remember anything other than that soreness I felt all over.

That night she left, leaving me dismayed that,
"People don't change circumstances do."

And it is because of those circumstances that we are fed with the true nature of people.

She was always the same, just I realised it now, thanks to this circumstance.

She still continues to invade my thoughts but this time it would fill me with revulsion, jogging me up with the memory of that frightful night.

I could never forget that night, the moment when she filled me with unresolving affliction that left me festered.

Man gets raped too just the thing is-
Male rapes are disregarded reality.

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Male rapes do happen.

Not always the man is the one at fault and not all men are rapists.

This is something that is imbibed in the reality, just accept it.

"Women aren't the only victims."

You know because of this callousness shown by our society we become seeds for the growth of depresstion, suicidal thoughts and many such things among many such victims, who don't report these cases.
Only because, they are considered to be strong and it would be anti-masculine of them to be raped.