I was stalked and almost murdered by a stranger I met in a bar and then had sex with.

At the time I was traveling with some friends in Ireland.<br><br>It was about 3am and my friends decided to head home so I walked them back to the hotel and then returned to the bar. I was having a few drinks and then I met this guy.<br><br>He was good looking with normal facial structure, quiet but not so shy that he appeared socially anxiety ridden. He was in good shape, and his clothing was casual but not too "out of style."<br><br>So we were talking about travel and we were both visiting, him from another part of the country, and both staying in a nearby hotel. We were both a bit tipsy so we walked at about 3 am, and walked together. We chatted for a few more hours and then decided to go into one of our rooms and have sex. It was so out of character for me, but I remember feeling super uninhibited and carefree so I suppose that's what got me through it.<br><br>I made sure he wore a condom and he agreed. I remember noting such a high level of sex drive in response to literally almost no foreplay at all. When I think about it, it makes me so uncomfortable to remember how one-sided the sex was in terms of how initiated he was and how I let him initiate things like choking me. I can't even remember my consent in the act. And the entire time I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I didn't say anything about the pain, like he was just too big and my cervix hurt. <br><br>We went to sleep and then woke up to breakfast. I showered and then had to go buy a charger for my phone, which had died overnight. I didn't even have the guy's name, so I texted my number to his phone via email and then waited for him to contact me. Turns out he was very smitten, and we walked around the town holding hands. We had lunch together and then during dinner I started to notice some very strange behaviors, like the fact that he ordered for me. It didn't bother me at first, but I soon found myself wanting to extricate myself because my intuition was screaming at me. But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, and the chemistry was really strong, so I could overlook the weirdness right? *eyeroll*<br><br>We went to the bar and then to his hotel room, where I became really uncomfortable. His face looked different and I began to feel trapped and uneasy. I tried to get my stuff and leave and he started demanding that I stay the night with him. I started to panic and he started saying things like "Is it because I'm not good in bed? But we had sex more than once so you must have enjoyed it". I said, "It's not that, but I just feel really uncomfortable and not safe."<br><br>Then he started screaming at me and grabbing me. I started to cry and told him I was going to call the police. He started to get more and more agitated and started talking about how he had followed me.<br><br>I was horrified. I tried to leave and he hit me, in the face, and dragged me back into the room and locked and barricaded the door. I remember the feeling of fear being so strong that I actually blacked out a little, like tunnel vision. I didn't think I was going to escape. I didn't think I was going to be able to get out alive.<br><br>Somehow I managed to get a grip on the door handle and open it, and so I ran for the stairs. I ran to the nearest pub and called 911. The bartender locked the door and waited with me until the police came. I had to give a statement and the cops took a video of my injuries, and then they arrested him.<br><br>To this day, I have never felt so violated or afraid, and it took me so long to recover. I can't go to bars alone, and I've developed something akin to a fear of strangers. It took me a long time to trust men again, and I still scrutinize everyone I meet to this day.