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Extraction Summary
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Organizations
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Locations
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Events
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Relationships
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Narrative/memoir excerpt (house oversight document)
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Summary
This document appears to be a page from a personal narrative or memoir submitted as evidence (marked HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_018451). The author describes a consensual BDSM encounter with a man named Richard, which triggers a flashback to 'Spring 2003' involving a different man described as 'thin and pale' and dressing in black. The 2003 encounter involved playing video games and an unwanted physical advance where the man restrained the author and bit her neck.
People (3)
| Name | Role | Context |
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| Narrator (I) | Author/Subject |
Describes a BDSM encounter with Richard and recalls a past encounter with another man.
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| Richard | Partner in narrative |
Engaging in a consensual but intense physical encounter with the narrator involving restraint.
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| Unnamed Male ('The guy') | Acquaintance/Friend |
Described as 'thin and pale, dressing mainly in black.' Encountered in Spring 2003. Played video games, restrained th...
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Timeline (2 events)
Spring 2003
Encounter between narrator and an unnamed thin, pale man. Involved video games, tickling, wrist restraint, and the man biting the narrator's neck.
Unnamed Male's Living Room
Narrator
Unnamed Male
Locations (1)
| Location | Context |
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Location of the Spring 2003 encounter. Described as having 'dun-colored carpet'.
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Relationships (2)
Physical intimacy, restraint, discussion of boundaries.
Narrator
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Friend/Acquaintance
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Unnamed Male
Narrator 'counted him a friend,' played video games, but experienced an awkward physical advance.
Key Quotes (4)
""With you, it was obvious." He paused, added quietly, "You were begging for it.""Source
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"It had been in spring 2003; the guy was thin and pale, dressing mainly in black."Source
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"I couldn't recall how it started -- we'd been sitting playing video games? had he tickled me as I shouted invective at the screen? -- but it ended with him holding my wrists..."Source
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Quote #3
"I explained that I was in a committed, monogamous relationship I didn't want to disrupt; I carefully didn't react when he bit me again, although it hurt."Source
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"How do you know?" I asked, irritated by his presumption, nervously curious. I wasn't sure I was what he thought I was -- wasn't sure what had been going on that night, beyond alcohol dulling my reactions and feelings. But I knew I hadn't been abused or violated. I hadn't asked him to stop, and I wanted to figure out why. "How did you know about me?"
"I can tell," he said, and grinned. "With you, it was obvious." He paused, added quietly, "You were begging for it."
A couple of hours later, we remained fully clothed, my face was buried in his pillow, and I was crying. He'd pinned me down so I couldn't move, and was raking his nails across what was exposed of my tank-topped back. When Richard first spotted the tears, he'd asked if I wanted a break. I'd said that it was okay, that he should continue, that I was fine.
I felt myself fragmenting, desperation and terror and pain pouring through me in an unbearable, necessary torrent. I told myself over and over that it didn't hurt that much, but I couldn't stop myself from tensing, crying out. After a while, I found myself saying, "No."
I felt him check himself, shifting his weight from my back. "Can we clarify something?" he asked gently. "Do you really want me to stop when you say no?"
No, I realized, I don't, and something vital in my psyche seemed to snap. The tears overwhelmed me. I couldn't get an answer out through my sobs, but even if I could have, I haven't the faintest idea what I might have said.
"We should take a break," he decided, and moved away. I'll never forget the relief -- and desolation -- I felt as he did.
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It was a long time later that I remembered: I had met someone like Richard, years before. It had been in spring 2003; the guy was thin and pale, dressing mainly in black. I hadn't once thought of him in a romantic light.
I'd counted him a friend, but had only been alone with him once. We were in his living room, seated next to each other on dun-colored carpet. I couldn't recall how it started -- we'd been sitting playing video games? had he tickled me as I shouted invective at the screen? -- but it ended with him holding my wrists, me lying back on the floor and wondering how to get him off me.
I'd thought he might kiss me, so I turned my head away. Instead, he bit my neck. "No," I said aloud, more in startlement than anything else, and he gave me a searching look -- as if he wasn't sure I was serious. "Please let me up," I said, and he asked, "Why?"
I didn't feel panicked, but strangely at a loss: he didn't seem to take my objection seriously. Yet he wasn't particularly threatening me, and I wasn't afraid. I explained that I was in a committed, monogamous relationship I didn't want to disrupt; I carefully didn't react when he bit me again, although it hurt.
I didn't say I wasn't getting anything out of my powerlessness or his apparent desire to
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