(Shortened for character count) One day, he had asked me to come over for the first time, and so of course I said yes. My parents knew I was dating him, so they were a bit skeptical obviously, but eventually accepted. After about an hour or so of playing games or cuddling in his room, he had asked me if I wanted to have sex, but I had told him no. He kept pushing, and begging, but I repeatedly told him I did not want to. He had then threatened to break up with me if I didn't do it with him, and obviously I did not want that to happen. I gave in but told him not to do anything dangerous. After a while of teasing, I had changed my mind, but telling him to stop was not enough. He began to do horrible things to me that I will not describe. I am so thankful that nothing happened to me, such as pregnancy or STDs. I am now uncomfortable around anything intimate, and I suffer from hypersexuality. He had done things to me that I regret, but sometimes I feel like I miss our old relationship.