~flashback~
he pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. Then he said something and referred to me as a girl. Immediate rage ran through me. With one hand I grabbed his jaw, roughly squeezing his face in my hand, ever so slightly digging my nails into his skin. With my other hand, I pulled him back by the scruff of his neck, and I said, "Don't you ever call me a fuckin' girl. Understand?!" I felt his whole body tense up and then relax. Then I shoved him hard against the pool table. The look in his eyes was pure elation. He wanted me to be rough with him; to be nasty to him...