<p><br/></p><p>PART 3 </p><p>JULY 19TH</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Today is July 19th.</p><p>And the man I once trusted betrayed me.</p><p><br/></p><p>How beautiful is it for a person that you trusted with a part of you that nobody knew, only for that person to repeat the same thing?</p><p>Bimbo sat down on the floor in the dark, not moving, just staring into thin air, remembering the words of the presence.</p><p>She remembered how she begged him not to touch her, how she cried and said she trusted him.</p><p>She eventually remembered how she ended up in that situation.</p><p><br/></p><p>Bimbo woke up that morning curious to know what the presence meant. She finished her chores and headed to his place. She told him that today was July 19th and that it made it five months since that incident happened.</p><p>He comforted her.</p><p>She felt it was just a harmless one. Her body was on alarm, but she waved off the feeling.</p><p>He asked a question that she should have seen as a pointer.</p><p>“<em>Bimbo, you trust me, right?”</em></p><p><em>“And you know that I care about you and I won't hurt you?”</em></p><p>He asked that, smirking while Bimbo wasn't looking. He only said that so she wouldn't suspect anything.</p><p>In order for things not to become awkward, he simply asked Bimbo, “<em>Oh, my beautiful girl, what do you want to eat?”</em></p><p>In Bimbo's mind, she was looking for traces of him hurting her. When she didn't see any, she felt safe and convinced.</p><p>Or so she thought...</p><p><br/></p><p>He came closer to Bimbo and started asking her unrelated questions.</p><p>She felt off, but still decided to stay.</p><p>He started making advances towards her. She told him to stop. He did.</p><p>Well, she thought he listened.</p><p>But he had other plans.</p><p><br/></p><p>He made a move again, and this time, he was faster, locking the door.</p><p>Bimbo struggled with him.</p><p>She begged him not to be wicked to her.</p><p>All those tears only fueled his unholy and wicked desires.</p><p>Bimbo surrendered at the altar of his unholy and wicked desires.</p><p>Something broke inside her.</p><p>She could feel the presence looking at her in a pitiful manner, but it left immediately.</p><p>Bimbo cried and said in agony,</p><p><em style="background-color: transparent;">“I trusted you. I gave you a part of my life that nobody knew.”</em></p><p>His response shocked her.</p><p><em>“Oh, I only earned your trust so I could find out the real you.”</em></p><p><br/></p><p>He continued,</p><p><em>“And about this, I didn't want to do it, but telling me about your past fueled something in me. I wanted to experience what they have seen in you.”</em></p><p><br/></p><p>She could only whisper,</p><p><em>“I trusted you. I should have listened when I was told.”</em></p><p>Bimbo returned to the girl who never wanted to see people.</p><p>Bimbo returned to her room, just trying to understand how she got there.</p><p>She could only muster,</p><p><br/></p><p><em>“I curse the day this happened.”</em></p><p>And she immediately said,</p><p>“<em style="background-color: transparent;">The person I once trusted has become someone I should never remember.”</em></p><p>She sat in the dark, trying to fix her life, but she couldn't.</p><p>She screamed, not out of trauma, but out of pain.</p><p>She checked the time.</p><p>It was exactly 11:42 p.m...</p><p>She smiled because she remembered what that meant.</p><p>19th of March, 11:42 p.m. Everything changed.</p><p>Bimbo didn't bother sleeping. She waited for the presence until 3:17 a.m. Somehow, a part of her wanted to hear what it wanted to say.</p><p>The presence arrived quietly, but with the feeling of something weighty having been released into the atmosphere in Bimbo's room.</p><p>At first, it didn't speak. It just watched and wondered why she didn't listen and see the dangers.</p><p>It finally spoke.</p><p><em>“I warned you about trust. I told you that you should be careful, but you trusted him. Do you remember what happened to you on this day five months ago?”</em></p><p>Bimbo didn't move at first because she knew where it was driving at, and that was what brought about the idea of the presence.</p><p>She finally answered, but she laughed at first, out of pain, and said,</p><p><em style="background-color: transparent;">“I remember every detail of that night that happened here in this room. Every one of the pleas. Every one of the repetitions of the dehumanizing activity identified under the term of pleasure.”</em></p><p><br/></p><p>She remembered every time she tried pushing but ended up getting a <a class="tc-blue" href="https://slap.bShe" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">slap.bShe </a> remembered how she was treated after that ordeal by the person.</p><p><br/></p><p>She started telling the story just because she couldn't hold it anymore.</p><p>“My name is Bimbo, the mystery girl in this compound who stays in Apartment 7.</p><p>There was a man who liked me and was always stalking me. I kept on refusing, just because I wasn't ready and I didn't want to get involved with him.</p><p>He kept on begging. Unknown to me, he had other plans to make me his by force. But I kept on refusing because I was trying to protect my dignity.</p><p>However, the day my life changed was March 19th. He had studied my movements and knew when I went out to get something. On this day, something changed. An incident that I never thought was going to change me happened.</p><p>At exactly 11:30 p.m., he knocked on the door. But he was with an object to scare me, so I had to comply...”</p><p><br/></p><p>To be continued...</p>