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Warnings: Non-consensual, Slash, Violence, Rated R
Rape
Rape.
That's what they called it.
Rape when he lead me away, away from the crowded party, back to his room and closed the door quietly behind him, locking it with a resonant click.
Rape when he kissed me, smashing his warm, damp lips against mine, easing his tongue down my throat and tasting of something incredibly hot and sweet.
Rape when he slammed me up against the wall, my back aligning with the cold stone, his hands on either side, ensuring no escape.
Rape.
Rape when he ran his hand over my skin, making me gasp and writhe and beg beneath him.
Rape when he began to thrust, hard and fast, taking, faster, harder, melting me with the tears and sweat that splashed over me.
Rape when he filled me with a burning, slicing, aching explosion of pleasure that pumped through my veins and strained throughout me like a thousand shards of painted glass.
Rape when he called out my name, my name, no one else's, and I felt it shudder through me as he reeled and sunk against me, every movement, moment, searing my flesh.
Rape when he rolled off me, heavy panting against my soaking sink, and instead of leaving, instead of running, he held me in his arms.
Rape when I could feel his heart beat, echoing, matching, engulfing my own until there was only one, pounding through my swimming consciousness.
Rape.
Rape when I whispered that I loved him.
Rape when he told me that he would never let me go.
Rape when I couldn't scream any louder.
Rape.
That's what they called it.
Because I didn't say yes. My mind did...
Rape.
If it was rape then why did I want it? So SO bad...