I am a 32-year-old married woman. Recently, Mr. Michael, the representative of our company's biggest client, came to say goodbye as he was being transferred. Since he was a favorite of our CEO, we decided to have a farewell party at a nearby pub. I had been on business trips with him once or twice a month, and he was such a gentleman that I even wondered if he might be gay. I told him, "It's a shame we won't be able to see each other anymore. Please don't forget about us even after you move to a different department." He laughed and said, "Ellie, you might forget about me soon enough. Be careful, the next representative likes married women." I brushed it off at the time, but the new representative indeed turned out to be someone who loved dirty jokes and often made inappropriate comments. Since talking to our CEO didn't help, I decided to consult with Mr. Michael, who still kept in touch with me. He listened to me sincerely and even joked, "I'm sorry, let me make it up to you with a meal," and treated me to dinner. I thought he was really a good person. But then, in the car, he raped me. He asked, "Can we take a detour?" and I didn't suspect anything when he drove down an unfamiliar road. But he stopped the car along a deserted park road and said, "Ellie, it's your fault for trusting me too much," and suddenly pounced on me. I tried to find the door lock to escape, but he quickly moved, reclined the passenger seat, tied my hands with a belt, and secured it to the headrest. He then said, "I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll make you feel really good as an apology," and started undressing me. I cried and told him to stop, but I was too scared to resist his sudden change. He stripped me of my skirt and panties, wrapped my shirt and bra around the seat with the belt, leaving me completely naked with my legs spread. He taunted me with humiliating words and then forcefully penetrated me. It hurt a lot because I wasn't wet, and I kept crying and begging him to stop, but it only seemed to excite him more. He said, "I'll make it good for you soon," and kept thrusting hard. He sucked my breasts and neck so hard that it left marks, and laughed, saying, "You won't be able to have sex with your husband for a while," while thrusting even harder. By then, I was only thinking, "Please end this quickly," and had lost the will to escape or resist. But when he started moving faster and said, "I'm going to come inside you," my mind cleared, and I screamed, "No! Please, anything but that!" and struggled. But at that moment, I felt him ejaculate inside me. I couldn't stop crying, but I thought it was finally over. However, he then took several photos with his phone, transferred my husband's contact information from my phone to his, and said, "Let's call your husband and tell him you're staying out tonight. Otherwise, I'll send these photos to him." He untied the belt and handed me the phone. After that, he continued to rape me at a hotel until morning. The only relief was that my husband didn't find out because of my frequent and irregular business trips, and I didn't get pregnant. But even now, I still receive emails from Mr. Michael with the photos he took that day. This summer, instead of going back to my or my husband's parents' house, I was told to stay home alone.
