""It's okay," he said, slappng me over and over as I rode him. "You blame yourself for this, and that's right. It's your fault. I could see it in your eyes the instant I met you. I could see you hate yourself. I could see you would let me hit you as much as I want. I wouldn't be doing this to a girl I respected, or to a girl who respected herself. So this is happening because it's what you deserve. Accept it." Slap. "Accept it." Slap. "Accept it." Slap slap slap."