He said I was just 'tense.' That I needed to relax. But after months of his bullying over my little pink pills, my roommate has never been this nice to me. Today was the worst day of my life: head pounding, body aching, vulnerable. Then he walked in. He wasn't here to mock me, not today! Instead, he wanted to fix me with his hands. Whatever that means. The massage started on my neck, but it didn't end there. He took control over my entire body, one slow, deliberate stroke at a time.