I didn't remember it until this morning, but I definitely got up as I was crying, picked up my purse and tried to leave. I wasn't too steady on my feet, obviously. He stopped me and steered me back to the bed, where I hugged my purse for a while, until he took it away from me. So I think that's where I got the sense that he either wouldn't let me or wouldn't help me leave until I slept with him; I don't think it was just my imagination.

I do want to seek counseling, but that's going to have to wait until I finish my final projects.