My Boss Raped Me In His House And I Swear It Wasn't My Fault

Anonymous Anonymous in Your Story on 25 December, 2016

I started working at a company a few months ago. I was happy with the work and the work environment as they were what you would call 'chill'. My boss was a little over friendly but I thought it was just how he was with everyone. When it would get late, he would offer to drop me home. Although, I didn't feel to comfortable travelling with him, I preferred him over an unknown cab driver. He would then strike up a conversation about the most random things on earth and I would make my disinterest very evident.

It was the busy season of our industry and we would sometimes have to work from home on Sundays. It was a part and parcel of the job. But one Sunday, my boss called me and asked me to come to his house. I asked him to come to my place instead because I knew he lived alone and I wasn't comfortable with going to his bachelor pad.

He told me his laptop had crashed and he had no Internet. The file was in his computer, he said. He laughed and said if I were so adamant on him coming to my place, he would have to set up the computer at my place first.

I was naive. I bought his excuse and agreed to go. As a precautionary step, I asked my father to drop me and pick me up as and when I called him.

When I reached, my level of discomfort reached the roof. He was bare-chested and wearing JUST his boxers. I hesitated a bit, but went in anyway. I still don't know why. 

His computer was in his bedroom. Of course. I started sweating... I wasn't getting a good feeling out of all this. But seeing a computer on a table in the corner eased me a bit. We worked for about an hour. I hadn't had breakfast in a hurry. On top of that, staring at the system for so long gave me a headache. Since the work still wasn't done, I couldn't get up and go.

My boss insisted on me resting for a while. I agreed and went to the living room where I saw a lazy-boy. I sat on it and shut my eyes. I must have dozed off for a bit and I woke up to find him groping my bare breasts.

I sat up straight and straightened my clothes. I wanted to scream at him but no words came out. I just held my clothes really tight. And then he raped me. I kept asking him to stop. Whenever I would, he would ask me if I liked what he was doing. Once he was done, he threw my clothes at me and asked me to not speak about it to anyone.

I couldn't even say anything to him in that moment. I kept sitting there... tears rolling down my eyes. I had bruises on my breasts, hips and vagina because I resisted. I bled because it was my first time. I didn't know if I could tell my parents what had happened. I didn't know why it had happened to me.

"It won't hurt the next time," he said.

I felt broken inside; I was no longer the person I was before entering his apartment. Not only did he take my virginity, he took away my innocence. I wanted to leave but he did not let me. The society I live in, I cannot even share my pain with anyone because I know my intentions would be questioned.

After all, why did I even go to his place? I am the victim, a victim of lust but sharing my story would only ruin my reputation and bring me hatred from the society.

Editor's Note:

No position of power is enough to justify such behaviour. That's what 'Human Resource' is for in a company! Please share this story to stop such horrible sexism against working women.