@Methoxyl

To begin I'm a solo female traveler from america, Im only 20 years old and I was in the beginning of my trip practicing my spanish in spain. (Ive been studying alone and I wanted to get out and practice conversations) when I met a man and his friend in the same hostel as me. I remember thinking he was very charming, friendly, silly and very generous. Lets call him R and his friend F. They were moroccan and R was there helping his friend F move to Spain as many people in Morocco want to do. After many days together he even offered me to come to his house in Morocco and show me how beautiful his country was. He seemed to be the real deal to me and as the impulsive and free spirit I am, ofcourse I took it. (stupid) After he left, 2 days later his friend was in my hostel in the lobby. When I went downstairs and saw him I was really confused because he had checked out days ago, and you need a card to get in unless you are checking in. when I asked him what he was doing and how long he was sitting there he didn't really answer he just told me he wanted to go out. I shrugged it off and I went out with him for a few hours, practiced spanish together and later on the night he wanted to stop by his house. He went inside and I waited for him untill he came back out and insisted I come inside as well. I was not comfortable with going inside and I had enough for the day so I told him no. And he wasn't taking no for an answer. He kept insisting and refusing my answer and even ended up grabbing my arm and insisting I come inside repeatedly and I finally told him to have a nice night and left. I didn't hear from him again after that even though we have social media and I booked a flight to Morocco. When I got to Morocco R picked me up at the airport. And spent 4 days with me as we had talked about before, showing me around. Turns out he actually lived in a restaurant at the time preparing with an Italian woman and her husband. They were both gone up until my last day. R took care of me for the time I was there. He took me out with his friends, his brother, he showed me where his family lived. He even wanted to be my boyfriend. On the day before my flight back to spain I told him I wanted to stay longer. I felt i still needed more time. He told me it was fine and he just had to work a lot. I completely understood I as i wouldn't expect him to drop his life for me. He told me I could sleep in and enjoy untill his brother would come get me to go do something meanwhile. And the next morning I missed my flight. I woke up to the italian woman telling me she was waiting for me downstairs. I was so confused, I got ready and went down to meet her. And there was R and the italian woman waiting for me. She explained to me that I couldn't stay there with them for free, this isn't a hostel, and I had to work from 9am to 5pm and would receive breakfast and lunch if so. They wanted me to work and help prepare the restaurant, and if I didn't do the job right or like her offer, my bags are outside. I was completely in shock and caught off guard. I even offered to pay them if it was about money it was no problem. I was not expecting the day of my flight to wake up and have to leave where I was staying. R apologized after and helped me find a hostel nearby. I still thought the situation was bullshit. The times we weren't together and he had to work he left me with his younger brother who was my age and was learning english. Being a language learner myself I didn't mind. In the beginning with his brother things were normal, untill he started asking me for kisses. I ofcourse denied every time and told him I liked his brother, and he should respect that. After I moved to the hostel he moved from asking for kisses, to touching my butt and eventually my thighs my stomach and my boobs. I asked him repeatedly to stop and he always said okay and when R came back he stopped. I remember one night together when R wanted to see his family, he told me he was going to come back that night so we were waiting together in his car smoking. the whole night he kept asking for kisses, rubbing my thighs, and everything else. Telling me he "wouldn't say anything" and "don't worry". I told him plenty of times I like his brother and I didn't like what he was doing but he insisted. He even forced himself on me and kissed me two times and at that point I had enough. I told him to take me back to the hostel because I was tired just to get away from him. I wanted to tell R, but i convinced myself if I did it would only make problems. I even was able to make a video of him grabbing my thigh to show R, But even then I still didn't think he would believe that I didn't "want" or "ask" for it. Weeks pass and R stopped talking to me as much. I was basically left to figure it out myself in Morocco. I was lucky to have learned enough spanish to get around because if anything else most people spoke spanish other than arabic or french. Being a female from a different country in Morocco was tough for me. It was hard not being able to communicate, I was also harassed and followed many times. I've had to tell many people to leave me alone and have had people tell others to leave me alone because they saw my distress. I found out later on that R had a girlfriend, and even a wife. I was furious so I just said nothing and tried to forget. Weeks later I see R and talk to him about not having my period for almost 3 months. We plan to take a pregnancy test together later on. and we said goodbye really late en the night that day. probably 3 am and I began my walk back to my friends hotel i was staying at when I noticed a man behind me. I didn't want to take any chances so I turned the corner, and stopped and waited next to some city cleaners taking some trash away The man passed me and looked at me as i stood there. At that point I didn't want to walk the same path as that man so I waited a little bit longer for him to keep moving. I went to peek around the comer he turned and there he was WAITING.. I turned the corner back to the city cleaners and waited longer.. At this point they were concerned but I couldn't talk to them. I eyed over to the corner and back at them and they understood what was happening. One of them walked with me around the corner passed the man and I just remember I didn't even want to look at him again. When we were out of view the city cleaners picked up a piece of trash I thanked him and took off running to the neighborhood where I thankfully had friends awake that walked me back to my hotel safely. My friends were very upset with me after that night for walking alone so I didn't do it again and I didn't have any more problems like that. As a person who tries to put fear aside my wants this was hard for me to grasp. A week later R comes to pick me up at a friends house of ours we recently moved to. And my friend came along because she wanted a ride to the city because we were a little bit outside of it. He said 2 things to me and spoke to my friend the whole way there in arabic which i couldn't understand anything but they were fighting about something. after that we pulled up to a pharmacy and he gave my friend a bag and told her to take me inside to take a pregnancy test. I was furious that he had told my friend our business, did not say anything to me about what was happening and didn't just drop my friend off first and do this with me alone. I said I wasn't going to take the test right now and he locked his doors. And started driving again, my friend argued with him some more and we made a circle around and back to the pharmacy. I told her I wanted to talk to him alone and she eventually went to where she wanted to go while I stayed and talked to him. We fought in the car about everything and I told him tomorrow would be better when we calmed down and he didn't understand so I opened the door to leave when he grabbed my legs and wouldn't let me go. I pulled away from him and saw him get out of the car too and started coming towards me, at this point I was scared so I started running but he was faster and grabbed me and cornered me between a fence. So here we are in a street as he's calling the "police" which was a contact in his phone probably his friend, because I won't take a test today I was really confused. He hung up the phone and told me the police were on their way and I just told him he was crazy! I moved away from him when he pushed me to the ground. I got up and he grabbed me again and started pulling me down the street towards his car. People were concerned and I'm sure asked what going on but i couldn't know forsure because of the language barrier. But whatever he told them they didn't seem concerned afterwards. So they left him to continue pulling me to his car and trying to force me in. I managed to push myself away again and this time he gave up. I started walking away because he turned and walked into the pharmacy. I don't know why. Shortly after I met back up with my friend and explained what happened, she told me that he handed her the bag and told her to go inside with me to take the test or we're going to the police. She said when we started driving the second time it was because he was taking us to the police but she convinced him to turn back around and try again. She also told me he said if I was a moroccan girl he would fight me.(he still did anyway) She had no idea what was happening untill we pulled up just like me. A little while after he messaged me a picture of my passport, and saying that he was going to the police because I "stole" his papers for his car and money. He started contacting my friend on facebook saying the same to her. Asking for her phone number to speak with the police. So i told her to block him. I told him I didn't have his papers or his money, I was going to buy a test, send him a picture and go from there. He never answered me and blocked me 2 days later, on everything. Even his brother. So I took my test alone, (thank goodness it was negative) they delay must be from stress, traveling, etc. and moved on. Shortly after I was in a club with friends when a group of people next to us kept staring at us. One man in specific stared at me personally almost the whole night and multiple of my friends have said something to me about it but i shrugged it off. I was used to people staring at me at that point and it never really bothered me anyway. He ended up following me to the bathroom and waiting for me outside the bathroom untill i came out. When he just told me sorry and walked away. Later on in the night my friend stands up and starts yelling and everybody starts standing up, the man from before is in the corner recording me in plain sight. I didn't see him after that they were kicked out so fast... I still don't know why he was recording me. I was just sitting there. There is much more that I have experienced. But these were the top atleast most scary for me. There was a lot that I've seen, and I've learned. But it still wouldn't stop me from ever going back. It's a beautiful country and I've met some of the best people there. And I have also met some of the worst. Thanks for reading my stories.