As a boy in high school, I had a friend who was a girl. We had a great relationship just as friends. One day she told me she had slept with another boy be accident. She thought she might have been date raped.
I was not jealous as I had no romantic attraction to her, but I was incredibly sad for her salvation having lost her virtue. I righteously told our Bishop of her activities and then watched as he publicly shamed and embarrassed her in front of all the youth in our Ward.
At the time, I saw it as necessary repentance. My forcing it upon her was my way of being a good friend. Sadly, as I grew older and became aware of my unhealthy views toward sexuality, I now have to live with the fact that I ruined her life by weaponizing the bishop against her. In a way, I raped her too.