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Original Story
I actually have two stories to share. I will start with the most recent one. In May of 2023 a guy I had been dating for a couple of months randomly told me that he had a fantasy about being tied up by someone breaking in and then being forced to watch his girlfriend be raped. I was shocked and disgusted by him saying this as I was his girlfriend and that was not a fantasy shared. That was a paraphilia mental disorder and basically one step acting on his fantasy away from being a voyeur rapist and showed absolutely zero respect for a partner. I then had nightmares about that for the next two weeks and broke it off with him after being told he had cheated on me. The guy who told me I was being cheated on was a 61 year old acquaintance and stopped by my home at 1am a few nights later to "check on me" since I was home alone upset about my boyfriend's betrayal. He then offered me a shot of tequila because he knew I liked tequila. I accepted the one full shot glass and as soon as I went to swallow I realized that it tasted wrong - like salt water. I immediately commented on it tasting "old" and began to panic in my head because within a few minutes I was feeling intoxicated and shouldn't have felt that tipsy off of one shot so I began texting a friend of mine to come to my house right then and babysit me. I then began to have uncontrollable giggles and knew for sure that I had been drugged so I called a friend and asked him to please come to my house ASAP and please take me to the gas station because I'd been drugged and was really really high. I was saying that as an emergency SOS but the side effect to the drug had me giggling nonstop so he didn't take me seriously and then the guy who drugged me offered my friend $30 to not come to my house. I knew I was in a bad situation then so I proceeded to text my newly ex"d boyfriend and my ex ex boyfriend begging them both to please come to my house because I had been drugged and was really messed up. The guy who drugged me called someone else when I began texting my friend before I started giggling to "make sure he grabbed the right bottle". After I began giggling and he knew I was high he proceeded to tell me that there was 20 doses of GHB hidden in the tequila bottle. I then grabbed the bottle to look at it and there was about an inch and a half of fluid in the bottom of the bottom that was a very pale yellow color when the tequila should have been golden colored so I then realized I had definitely just ingested enough GHB to knock me out and I got really scared and then texted what he said about the GHB bottle to my friend in case I forgot what happened. But he told me that a guy had paid him $80 for that bottle of GHB hidden in a tequila bottle and had marked the bottle by ripping the paper off of the back of the bottle so that it looked normal on the shelf. I told him I didn't feel good and that he needed to leave and he began trying to talk me into taking another shot. I started getting hot flashes and again told him I didn't feel good and was going to bed and I walked back to my bed and then fell on the bed sideways on top of my blanket and on top of a pile of clean clothes I had been about to fold before he showed up. I could no longer walk and knew I was about to pass out so I sent a couple of texts to my ex that were not spelled correctly and started to fall unconscious. He walked back to my room and I told him to leave and he said no because he was coming back there to hang out with me. I again told him to leave and then passed out. I have a vague recollection of saying no and stop because he was moving me and I was sick to my stomach but I couldn't open my eyes or move away. The next day when I woke up I was covered from head to foot with a blanket the same way that they cover dead bodies with sheets. But I never ever cover my head or face or feet while sleeping and I fell unconscious on top of my blanket. I was also stripped naked and my shorts and knee socks had been placed on either side of my head with my shirt up around my neck. My tampon had been removed and put in a drawer labeled "shorts". My shorts had been dampened by him I guess to remove evidence. I got up, walked next door to my cousins home and had her drive me to the sheriff's office around 4pm. The lady at the front desk handed me the nonemergency number andt old me to go back home and call because there was no one there who could help me. I walked out of the sheriff's office crying and so offended. They haven't done anything so far. I've learned since then that there are other victims. But they haven't even tried to follow up or formally interview me.