[ CW ] Write a story that begins with `` I should n't have said [ yes/no ] to [ him/her . ] ''

I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. 
 
 I knew what it would lead to, of course. I knew the consequences of not standing my ground. He made it sound like it was such a good idea; he made it sound like it was *my* idea. Of course, it was easier for him, the bastard. 
 
 It wasn ’ t bad at all, at first. We had fun; went out a lot, stayed in a lot. It wasn ’ t until we were all in that I started to feel the weight of my decisions Still, we had time. 
 
 Weeks went by, months, and I started to feel a pit in my stomach. All I could do to assuage my anxiety was to clean and read. I was starting to affect me physically at this point, yet he was still completely at ease. He assured me that everything was fine, that it would be okay. For him, maybe. I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. 
 
 By the end of it, I was at a point where I dreaded leaving my bed, let alone leaving the house. I felt miserable, and his reassurance and calmness was forming a bitter thorn in my side that I refused to acknowledge. “ It will be over soon, ” he would say, rubbing my shoulders, “ before you know it. ” I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. 
 
 It ends now. 
 
 I ’ ve never been more scared or excited. He stands beside me, comforting me despite my apparent hostility and unpredictable behavior. I feel like an animal, or like I ’ m possessed. His accomplice stands across from me, swearing to both of us that this is all normal. 
 
 How could I let him convince me to do this? I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. How could I let him convince me to subject myself to this ungodly torture. I wouldn ’ t wish this on my worst enemy. Furthermore, if he wanted this so badly, why isn ’ t he subject to any of this cruel and unusual punishment that is happening to me? I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. Not completely by accident, my nails dig into his arm. He doesn ’ t even flinch, just smiles and puts his other hand over mine. 
 
 “ Here comes the hard part, ” his co-conspirator tells me. I attempt a bitter laugh but it comes out more as strange nervous noises. The hard part? You mean to say that everything leading up to this point has been a fucking walk in the park. I fucking shouldn ’ t have fucking said yes to the giant fucking- 
 
 The world is gone. All I see are colors as the pain fills my entire being. I hear him and his partner is this crime talking, but I can ’ t make out what they ’ re saying as I do everything in my power to relieve this torment and receive my reward. I shouldn ’ t have said yes to him. 
 
 It all goes silent. 
 
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 I feel a hand on my face, caressing my clammy cheek. I realize my eyes are shut. When did that happen? Is it over? Did I do it? It must be obvious that I ’ m stirring, because I feel a small but significant weight deposited onto my chest. I open my eyes. 
 
 I see beautiful tiny eyes looking back at me. 
 
 She is beautiful, the light at the end of this long and strenuous tunnel that I have traveled through to meet her. All the pain, hardships, they are 100 % validated as I gaze upon her delicate face. 
 
 I ’ m so glad I said yes to him.
