Gov. Eric Greitens Didn’t Have a Mistress, He Had a Victim
She was nervous. But this was her perfect guy, and her marriage was falling apart. She followed his lead down the basement stairs. He taped her hands to pull-up rings. He blindfolded her. And then he spit water into her mouth — for hydration, he said. He forced a kiss. She didn’t want to be there, but she was bound, in the basement of a man running for governor.
He left a trail of kisses down her neck and on her chest. And then he tore her shirt open. He didn’t ask for permission. He yanked her pants down to her ankles. She heard him step back. She heard the click of a camera phone, and a flash of light seeped through her blindfold.
“You’re not going to mention my name,” he told her. “Don’t even mention my name to anybody at all, because if you do, I’m going to take these pictures, and I’m going to put them everywhere I can. They are going to be everywhere, and then everyone will know what a little whore you are.”
Revenge porn. It is not just a picture. It is not simply blackmail. It’s a sexual violation, and it’s illegal. He shamed her. And after she assured him she’d be a good girl, he kissed her stomach again. She told him she didn’t want to do it. She tried to free her hands. And he helped. She tried to leave, but he bear-hugged her. She burst into tears, her fear and confusion overwhelming. He told her it would be OK.