Anonymous Story: Because

Because he loved me he always wanted me to spend time with him.
Because he loved me his arm was always protectively around me, keeping me by his side.
Because he loved me he got jealous when I talked to other guys.
Because he loved me he wouldn’t let me talk to other guys.
Because he loved me I lost my friends, but I had him.
Because he loved me he would want to see my body.
Because he loved me he would call me his.
Because he loved me he called me sexy.
Because I was his he would touch me.
Because he loved me he wanted to show me.
Because he loved me he knew I would enjoy it.
Because he loved me he loved to gazed upon my curves.
Because he loved me my body was his to show me that love.
Because he loved me he kept showing me when I pulled away.
Because he loved me he watched porn so he could make sure I enjoyed it.
Because he loved me he told me if I didn’t obey he would bend me over and take it anyway.
Because he loved me he wouldn’t let me go when I pulled away because he knew I’d like it.
Because he loved me he told me he was my only source of happiness so I would stay.
Because he loved me he was allowed to take what I didn’t want to give. He knew best.
Because he loved me he wouldn’t take me out because he wanted to have alone time.
Because he loved me I told everyone I loved him and that he made me happy.
Because he loved me I stayed and I would wake up crying and hurt all day.
Because he loved me he wanted to touch me even though I said it hurt.
Because he loved me he took my virginity as I kept pulling away.
Because he loved me he had a piece of me so I stayed.
Because he loved me it was making love not rape.
Because he loved me it happened again.
Because he loved me I started to avoid him.
Because he loved me I didn’t tell anyone.
Because he loved me I felt empty.
Because he loved me I got strong.
Because I loved me I left.