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Warning: Rape scene ahead

Prologue

His presence is blinding. Hands tightly secured behind my back, I can feel his hot, loud pant ringing in my ears. I attempted to kick, to fight, but all my pathetic attempts seem to only fire him up more. His breath smelled strongly of liquor, and I wondered how much more I could take before I too, possess the same cold, heartless emotion he revealed in his eyes.

This wasn't what I've agreed to.

Struggling to break free, I managed to sink my teeth in hard on the hand muffling my mouth. He let out a surprised yelp, before slamming me forcefully against the dorm room wall. A spasm of pain engulfed my senses as my head hit squarely onto the firm surface. He snickered at my cries and whispered something unintelligible in my ears. Alcohol slurred his speech but his actions made it loud and clear. "Be a good boy or else you're dead…"

Then his hand slid under my shirt, cold and uninviting. Long, calloused fingers gently teased my nipples, sending electrifying waves of both terror and disgust. Before I could even attempt to brush him off, his lips crushed over mine, forcibly entering himself into my mouth. I sputtered and choked when our tongue roughly met. And without even breaking the ever-intruding kiss, he began to work his way down the opening of my jeans.

I simply froze.

Surely I had realised before hand that something like this was going to happen sooner or later. But at that time, I had assumed that it would've been 'later' rather than now. Rough hands slid down my pants, mockingly teasing my sensitivities. An estranged moan escaped my lips before I could even stop myself. He seemed satisfied with the sound though, as he flashed an eerie grin before continuing on with his actions.

Helplessly pinned against the wall, there was nothing I could do except to just stand there and let my rapist fervently invade me without a single hint of preparation. A sharp cry of pain fled my mouth as he entered; crumbling what little was left of my dignity into the dust. Fear ran cold through my veins as he moved inside, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Despite my disgust though, I knew that this was the only thing I can do. The wrongness of it was apparent on a variety of different levels yet I still had chosen this option over the other alternatives. Even though I knew quite well the consequences, my own egocentricity was the key to my unforgivable behaviour. But there is someone I must save and my pride will be the least I can sacrifice for him.

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In a world as senseless and cruel as ours, truth becomes the first casualty.