He just wouldn't listen

We'd been talking online for a few months, and he'd gotten a hotel nearby. I went to see him, I was so excited. I knew we'd have sex, that was fine with me, I looked forward to it. But before we ever got to his room, he groped me. I asked him to stop, it was embarrassing. He hemmed and hawed. And I went with him anyways. He was eight inches taller than me, and a hundred or more pounds heavier. It started out fine, but suddenly, with no warning, his hand was wrapped around my throat. I panicked, and froze. It took him a few seconds to acknowledge that I'd reacted, and he asked what was wrong. All I could do was choke out that I didn't want choking. He pulled his hand away like he didn't make me think I was going to die just then, and continued. It's a blur after that, but I know that wasn't the last time I said no or to stop. Sometimes I didn't say no or stop, just that it hurt. He ignored all of them. I don't understand why I didn't just leave. I could have left. I wish I did. Instead, I somehow fell asleep next to him. I woke us both up screaming. He deserved it. I had a friend fake a medical emergency the next day, and pick me up. I left the hotel with shaking hands and hickeys id begged him not to leave. I wish I'd had a rape kit done. I wish I'd clawed out his eyes. I wish I'd told his entire family and everyone he cares about. I spent so long justifying what happened, that he must not have meant it somehow, that he was a good person who did a bad thing. I messaged him the next day, and explained what he'd done wrong. He took it so well. He apologized. I wish he'd been angry and evil and rude. I wish it was easier to blame him instead of myself. It's been five years (with weekly therapy!) and I still think it's partly my fault. Sometimes it feels like a distant dream, but right now, it feels so heavy that it's drowning me