I met a seemingly kind and ordinary older man at a prearranged location. We agreed it would only involve touching, and headed to a hotel, but suddenly he changed his demeanor, forcibly undressed me, got close to my face, and started yelling. I clearly remember him collecting my urine in a plastic bottle right there and making phone calls to someone. The next time we met was at a swimsuit photo shoot, where he promised, "It's over once the photos are taken," yet he broke every single promise he made.