Egads! I've been had.

I feel used. Brutally, childishly used, without a thought or concern for the consequences. Abused. Slammed.

Convenient.
How does this happen? It seemed so unlikely...that a person, of such nature, much less, would stoop so low. And I know, however unintentional it may have been, it doesn't stop me from feeling what I feel.

And I feel used.