It started like a normal hookup arrangement.
A man I had been chatting with for weeks invited me to his apartment “for vibes.” He sounded decent, mature, well-off the kind of man who speaks slowly like he has everything figured out. I trusted him.
What I didn’t know was that he had set me up.
When I arrived at the apartment, the door wasn’t locked. I pushed it slightly, thinking maybe he was in the shower or cooking. Instead, the first thing I saw was three men sitting on the sofa, staring at me like a piece of meat.
Before I could speak, the man who invited me stepped out from the bedroom, shirtless, smirking.
“Relax,” he said. “We just want to have fun.”
My blood turned to ice.
They locked the door.
They surrounded me.
They violated every inch of my dignity that night.
And when they were done, they laughed… laughed like it was a joke, like my pain was entertainment. I left Kilimani limping, shaking, broken, and silently screaming.TO READ FULL STORY, TAP HERE.