It wasn’t me

“I was in that sextape.

I knew it would ruin my life, and he would use it, so I decided to destroy it.

I felt humiliated, scared, and furious, so I took the hammer and started smashing it with all of my anger.

Then he turned around, his back facing me. At first, I looked at his neck, then at his head. For a second, I thought about how easy it could be to crack, like an egg.

It was just an intrusive thought, a spontaneous fantasy. I really thought it could be a solution, that I would regain my life, dignity, and empowerment, but I didn’t. I understood that real power starts with controlling yourself and staying calm and composed.

It wasn’t me, Your Honour… I didn’t kill him.”