Chapter Four: The Goon Show Incident

Warning: Rape Scene and Normal Sex Scene featured at the end. Read at your own discretion.

At eight that evening, the drug sting was propelled into action. As it turned out, Nora's evidence against the pusher was a plastic sandwich bag filled with weed that he was holding openly in his left hand, along with a bong he was trying to conceal in his right jacket sleeve. Items which were proven to have never left his person all day. Currently, Reese was on stakeout with Bolin, hiding behind their fence seven doors down from the mark. Reese had a good quality pair of binoculars trained on the tall, lanky red-haired man's house, looking for any signs of movement from within. As the sun started to set, the man appeared at the back of his house with a rolled up cigarette, and Reese cued her husband.

"He's gone done the back for a smoke, dear. Time to shine."

Bolin pecked his wife on the cheek.

"Thanks Reese. I'll get right on it."

Hiding the bag beneath his leather jacket, Bolin strode past the first five houses, then crouched down at the sixth one. Sneaking past the neighbour's picket fence, Bolin jumped the five-foot metal fence and onto the unkempt lawn, and idly threw the bag into the green waste bin. As he shut the lid, Bolin caught a distinctive smell coming from the same bin. As he re-opened it, Bolin realised that there was a significant amount of rotting weed inside already. A further examination of the rubbish bin showed that a fair whack of hydroponic equipment had been dismantled and crushed. Bolin realised that their mark was trying to stop dealing weed for good. Running into the nearest payphone, he quickly dialled Nadir's number.

"Hello?"

"Ran-3 to Ran-5. Do you confirm?"

"I confirm. What's the situation?"

"Have you rung the police yet?"

"Just did, actually."

Bolin cringed and cursed his luck.

"Aw, for fuck's sake! Mate, the mark's given up the trade for good. I just checked his green waste bin, and there was a large amount of weed that had been sitting there for some time. He's also crushed his hydroponic stuff too!"

Nadir's reaction was equally shocked.

"Je-sus fuck-ing Christ. This won't go well with the boss at all."

"You're telling me, mate. I'll let her know about the cock-up. Ran-3 out."

Slowly walking back to his house with his head in his hands, a dejected Bolin was hugged by his wife upon entering his front garden.

"Babe, Nadir just called me. Is it true?"

Bolin nodded resignedly.

"I'll have to tell Weiss about my mistake."

"No need for that, Bolin."

Bolin jumped and spun around to see his boss in the doorway with a disapproving expression, and he slumped in defeat. Weiss's expression softened, and she held his chin up to look him in the eye.

"Fear not, Bolin. I came to check how things were going, and Nadir called your wife as I arrived. Reese told me you tried to stop Nadir from ringing the police, so I won't hold this against you. Just double check these things first in the future, alright?"

Bolin nodded miserably as the police car sped past.

"Got it, Weiss."

Mistral Boulevard, Vale's eastern high street, was a veritable hub of activity on the 14th of February. Cafes, vendors, and shops alike were replete with customers. The 5-star Amity restaurant in particular was almost completely full, with the richest diners in southern Sydney all flocking to the French cuisine joint for various business lunches and romantic trysts. The lone private dining room, only known to and used by the stakeholders of the restaurant, was also going to be occupied. Two of said stakeholders had arranged to bring one subordinate each to a very important, private business lunch. At the stroke of one, the four of them entered and took their seats.

But alas, their privacy was compromised severely. As it turned out, Cinder's brother Ashley was on the wait staff at the Amity. Asking him if he could get her some extra work on Valentines Day had miraculously paid off, and she'd been allowed to serve their table. The private dining room had a direct line to the kitchen, and featured a private bar in a small side room. A shutter door between the two had been opened on Cinder's suggestion, allowing for her to have exclusive access to the room. Of course, Ashley was happy to ensure none of his regular wait staff didn't have to work both dining rooms, giving Cinder full control of the food there.

As for herself, Cinder had opted to hole up in the bar; after all, living with Junior had provided her a reasonable education on drink making, and helping make the food would've hampered Cinder's surveillance. So serving table and bartender it was. Cinder had rigged up a wireless microphone on the underside of the table, transmitting directly to a DAT machine. Careful as always, Cinder had plugged in her headphones to mute the speakers and check the incoming signal. The signal wasn't loud enough for careful analysis, but a simple compressor would be enough to render the issue moot. As the guests sat down, Cinder put her headphones down, hit record and got into character.

She tottered out in a pair of black heels and tights, with a white blouse and black pencil skirt completing the look. Putting on her best customer smile, she beheld a motley crew of four refined people; her unsuspecting marks. The tallest of the bunch was a ginger-haired man in a white suit and bowler hat, looking like a refined version of A Clockwork Orange's protagonist. Sitting opposite him was a shorter man in a black and yellow suit with a cordovan waistcoat and shoes, with his impassive face defined by a luxurious moustache. Sitting at their respective sides were a tanned, gypsy-ish girl in a skimpy, mint green dress and a supine young man in a grey suit. Cinder pitched her voice an octave above her usual tone and went for it.

"Good afternoon sirs and madam; what drinks would you care to have?"

The ginger stakeholder turned towards her as he perused the drinks menu.

"Well, a glass of Wyndham Estate's latest shiraz would do me nicely. What about you, doctor?"

The moustachioed man stroked his chin pensively as he read his copy of said menu.

"An '86 Tyrell Chardonnay shall suffice for this."

Turning towards the other two occupants of the room, the ginger stakeholder enquired the same question.

"What would you two like?"

The grey-suited man quickly made up his mind.

"Well, I can't really have liquor on a work day, so I'll stick with a latte."

"Same here please," the woman added.

Cinder nodded, jotting down the orders as quickly as she could manage, then handed out the menus for the guests.

"Right. I'll be back in a few with the drinks."

As she closed the door to the bar behind her, the conversation began in earnest.

"So, Mister Torchwick," said the moustachioed stakeholder, "shall you indulge us with the proposition you're putting forward to the planning department for the Vale's redevelopment?".

"Well, Dr. Watts, it's a lengthy list of plans, so I do hope you're patient with me," Torchwick replied.

"I'll try to be, Roman. Accountants like me are always busy."

Roman smirked. "So how come you're here then, Arthur? Anyway," Roman continued in the face of the scowling doctor, "there are a number of areas that I intend to develop. The commercial strip on Vacuo Road, for one thing, is an absolute eyesore. Giving those stodgy shopkeepers the boot would do the area wonders."

The grey-suited man raised his hand at this point, with an uncertain expression on his face.

"Yes, Mr Black?", Roman dismissively asked.

"Pardon the interruption, Mr Torchwick, but wouldn't that course of action pit us against the whole of the Vale?"

"Mercury's got a good point," Watts added. "It would be more advantageous to convince the shopkeepers that they need our help with sprucing up the area, and do so by helping them renovate their shopfronts and so on. That would keep the Vale from getting annoyed at us prematurely."

Torchwick took all of this in silently as Cinder returned with the drinks. "Ah, thank you miss," Roman chirped sweetly as she handed the drinks to their intended recipients.

"Are you four ready to order any food?"

As one, the four looked at their menus quizzically. After half a minute's contemplation, they'd made up their minds, and told her them in order of deference.

"So that's one Truite Sauté Sauce Amere, two Porc á la Dijonnaise, and a Champignon Parmentier au Gratin for the lady. I'll go hand this in; I'll be in the bar if you need me."

As Cinder strode out, Torchwick replied in kind to the arguments that Watts and his lawyer put forward.

"I agree with your suggestions, but for different reasons. As we know, the west and southern sides of the Vale are fertile ground for both the types of clientele that we want to attract there. Giving the Vacuo strip a facelift would be vital in luring in the classier type."

Watts and Mercury nodded understandingly.

"Indeed," the latter affirmed. "I guess the cheaper housing planned for the area south of Patch Road would sort out the other type easily enough."

The conversation dried up appallingly at this point, drifting to topics like local economy and taxation prices – no doubt helpful for Jaune and Nora to go over, but not as rewarding as Blake would have liked from such a mission. Even Cinder, who'd spent hours in a sex dungeon waiting on a chronically late bartender to please her, was starting to get agitated. Relief came about half an hour later when the food arrived at her countertop. Balancing everything on the tray, Cinder gently opened the door and walked on in with the food. Roman was handed a sautéed trout with a sauce that blended raspberry, vinegar and butter, and the whole dish was garnished with tarragon, parsley, and shallots. Dr. Watts and Mercury both received a plate of sautéed pork tenderloin medallions drenched in an orange compote sauce. And Emerald, the lone vegetarian of the group, was given a plate of braised portobello mushrooms, which were covered in mashed potatoes and Gruyere cheese.

"Bon appetit!", Cinder chirped convincingly.

A chorus of thank-yous reached her ears as she walked towards the bar room. The table was frustratingly silent for the next twenty minutes, while the four criminals savoured the finest French haute cuisine south of the Parramatta River. Cinder found herself with her hands in her raven-hued hair as her frustration started to boil over. However, her ire was short-lived; as the meal was finished, Watts held up his finger.

"Yes, doctor?", Roman asked calmly.

"Both myself and Mercury will need to leave soon," Watts pointed out. "Is there anything else we need to know before we start making our applications, Roman?"

Torchwick turned to his subordinate, a skilful thief called Emerald Sustrai. "Emerald, has our quiet little mouse ratted out her old partners-in-crime yet? All I've heard about the Vale's crime trade is that it's clandestine and subtle, yet powerful and monopolised."

Emerald shifted slightly and responded coldly to her employer. "Clearly, you haven't lived in these parts long enough, Roman; there isn't a crime trade in the Vale. These people that Neo worked for were very committed to preventing crime in the Vale, even though the means they used to achieve this weren't legal. The only other thing she's told me was that it was run like the American Mafia, but with much more permissive attitudes towards membership."

Roman scowled petulantly. "So we can't find our marks by merely sniffing around the Italian community here. That's just perfect."

"Speaking of Italians," Watts interjected as he fetched his coat, "who was stupid enough to let Mr. Taurus get arrested in a drug bust?"

"I honestly don't know," Mercury responded, "but when I got to Atlas Terrace, Adam gave me a semi-decent alibi. We know he wasn't responsible for making the fresh weed that was found at his house."

Roman looked amusedly at his lawyer. "Has he stopped making drugs or something?"

"On the contrary, Roman; he was planning to start making this new drug called ice."

Roman shuddered; he knew how dangerous that little chemical was.

"Well that explains it. You did get him off, right?"

Mercury smirked nastily as he got up. "But of course I did. He merely said he'd stopped making weed a month ago and had destroyed his equipment. Naturally, the officers leading the arrest were on our payroll, and they released him without charge. Heck, it's a good thing that 'Adam Taurus' is merely an alias. Thanks for having us, Roman."

Roman nodded as he shook hands with Mercury and Dr. Watts.

"Well, thank you both for coming along. I'll be in touch soon."

This was a goldmine of information for Cinder. Blake and the others will have a field day with the stuff I've gathered already, she realised. Still, better to catch all of it than most of it, so I'll wait for the other two to leave. As Dr. Watts and Mercury walked out, Roman leaned towards a scowling Emerald and started talking softly.

"I know you don't like either of them Emmy, but their skills are crucial at this stage. Once we find out more about Neo's ex-employers, we'll need to meet up and figure out a way to deal with them. Afterwards, we'll frame Watts and Mercury for any hell that will ensue in our wake."

As they left to pay the check, Cinder hit the stop button on the tape machine, then quickly removed the wireless microphone from the underside of the table. As she emerged from under the table, she found that Dr. Watts's business card had fallen out of his pocket and onto the floor. His office, Cinder noted, was located on the corner of Mistral Boulevard and Haven Lane – which was likely the wealthiest area within the Vale itself. Excellent, Cinder thought cruelly, we can whack these arseholes at a moment's notice. I'll be sure to hand this over to Ruby when I get to Blake's house this evening. Packing up the tape machine, the newly-minted spy stashed the whole kit into her leather shoulder bag and locked it tight before leaving early.

In addition to being the start of the Bellas' war against Torchwick, Valentine's Day was also a day of many great experiences for Pyrrha Nikos, who was turning thirty. Her first experience this year was breakfast in bed, which gave Ruby yet another excuse to show off her immense talent for cookery.

Opting for cuisine from Pyrrha's native Thessaly, Ruby served her prize a plate of grilled Trikala sausages, with olive bread dressed in Greek butter, and a side bowl of thick yoghurt. Ruby had even had the forethought to acquire some homemade Greek tea from Pyrrha's mother the day before. Pyrrha regarded her lover in the same fashion an art critic regarded the Mona Lisa.

"Ruby Scarlett Rose, what ever did I do to deserve you?"

The pint-sized sniper beamed happily while she sat down with a smaller serving for herself.

"Just you being you was enough for me."

Pyrrha kissed her paramour tenderly with a passionate moan.

"You're getting some tonight, my darling."

The second experience occurred halfway through said breakfast. Pyrrha was just finishing off her yoghurt when a loud car horn started beeping outside the house. Pyrrha looked out the window, and found herself staring at a 1989 Falcon Fairmont XF with a candied tawny paint job. Yang stood outside the open driver's seat with the proudest expression on her face. Pyrrha hurriedly threw on her brown muumuu and got up with yoghurt in hand to check if she was dreaming.

"Ta-da!", Yang exclaimed, holding her arms wide open as if she'd finished a magic trick.

Pyrrha nearly choked on the yoghurt in response to the sight. Flooring it downstairs and making her way outside with her muumuu on, Pyrrha was utterly gobsmacked at Yang's choice.

"A Fairmont XF?! Yang, you're amazing. Simply amazing."

After finishing her breakfast, Pyrrha donned her tweed pantsuit and white blouse and retrieved the keys to her brand new Fairmont. It was only when she entered the car in question that she noticed the modifications that Yang had put in herself. She'd loaded in a hi-fi system that boasted a 14-inch subwoofer in the boot, with a quartet of 10-inch speakers in the four doors. Twin-band radio and tape decks were both present, and Pyrrha was finally at ease to love good quality audio wherever she went. The windows were tinted gold, which was the closest the crew could've come to tawny without impairing Pyrrha's ability to drive. Additionally, the suspension and brakes had been upgraded, and a turbo-charger had been fitted onto the engine, giving Pyrrha a perfect car for both daily driving and speedy escapes.

After a long day at work and lunch with her mother, Pyrrha was summoned to Blake's house next door for what the latter had called "a meeting of the utmost importance." Arriving there at the stroke of half past five, Pyrrha was surprised by the other eight leaders of the Bellas who'd hidden in a darkened lounge room.

"Happy birthday, Pyrrha!", they all chorused loudly.

Pyrrha almost fainted in surprise, but recovered and happily embraced them all. After receiving a pair of earrings from Weiss and Ren, a pair of car dice from Nora and two bottles of Jacob's Creek Chardonnay 1988 from Jaune and Cinder, Pyrrha was led by Blake and Ruby to a roast lamb feast, which had been topped off with what she now deemed her favourite dessert – a lemon meringue pie in the shape of a dick.

After dinner at Blake's, the couples went off to their separate activities. Ruby and Pyrrha, generally the sort to relax at home, went to do just that. Weiss and Ren decided to spend the night on the Cronulla coastline with two bottles of beer and the starry sky, and sped off in Weiss's white '86 Ford Telstar. Jaune and Cinder had already spent the day together at work, and Jaune decided to pack it in early. Cinder didn't advertise what she would be doing, but asked Blake to drive her up to the Aurora when she went to work. And finally, after some deliberation, Yang and Nora drove up to the Aurora in Nora's salmon-hued '85 Holden Barina for a night of hard partying.

Dirty scenes start here; skip to the end if you're not willing to read it.

Four hours later, the couple walked out of Atlas Terrace's only gay-friendly bar, knackered from all the dancing that they'd undertaken. Yang herself was a little hammered, but had enough presence of mind to save her designated driver some booze; hence why she was lugging a six-pack of Cooper's Pale. As they walked around into the parking lot, a sharp whistle forced them to spin around. A short cop with obnoxiously pink hair called out to them, in what sounded like an Irish accent.

"Excuse me ladies, can I please check if you two are too drunk to drive?"

The pair exchanged glances, nodded, and Yang responded as Nora walked towards their car.

"Sure; my girlfriend's touched nothing tonight, but we'll appease you once we put the booze in our car."

As Yang finished her sentence, the sounds of a scuffle caused her to glance back. A trio of cops had jumped from an open blue van and restrained Nora, and she was struggling to break loose. Before Yang could run to protect her girlfriend, she was tapped on the shoulder. To her regret, Yang glanced back and promptly caught a truncheon to the face. The incredibly annoying Irishwoman was accompanied by a tall, red-haired man with a white half-mask over his eyes; they manhandled a drunken Yang and bundled her into the van, with the three guarding cops moving to protect the vehicle from prying eyes.

"Mr. Taurus, which one do you want first?"

"The blonde one; I'll trade you when we're done laying the hurt on our first picks."

Yang felt her underwear being ripped off forcefully, and Nora screamed as Neon proceeded to fist her. The last thing Yang felt before slipping into drunken unconsciousness was a truncheon leaving a bruise on her backside.

Blake had spied her friends walk around the corner from her upstairs office. Unfortunately, she'd turned to retrieve a file on the opposite wall when Yang and Nora were getting attacked. Not hearing the noise over the club's music, Blake sat down and fired up her new Macintosh II. After about ten minutes of silent paperwork, there was a hurried series of knocks on the door.

"What is it, Junior?"

The tall bartender burst into the room in a panic.

"Miss Belladonna, I've just spotted Miss Valkyrie's car. It's still in the parking lot, and when I opened the window to double-check, I heard what sounded like Nora getting raped in the blue van."

Blake jumped out of her seat, her features contorting with rage. When it came, her voice was predatory.

"Have the twins go outside and stop the perpetrators. I'll be making a few calls."

Junior nodded and hurtled downstairs as fast as he could manage. Blake angrily stormed towards her office phone and picked it up. The ambulance first, then the gang, she vowed.

And just as Mr. Taurus and Neon finished changing victims, the Malachite twins exited the staff entrance and ran towards the van, yelling at the guards. Panicking, the two rapists threw their victims out on the street, possessions and all, and drove off with their guards in tow. Melanie checked for pulses as Miltia ran inside to find Blake calling an ambulance in her office. Two minutes later, an ambulance crew pulled up in the lot, and paramedics were treating the injured as a harried Blake Belladonna ran outside.

She could only stare in uncharacteristic horror as her two oldest friends got loaded into the ambulance. Asking the drivers to send them to Vale Hospital, Blake angrily swore revenge. Cinder, who'd been inside the poker club next door all night, walked outside and saw Blake walking rigidly towards a payphone.

"Hey boss, what's going on?"

Blake turned towards Cinder, and the latter noted that her boss's current expression could've haunted houses. When she spoke, Blake's voice was almost demoniacally deep.

"Yang and Nora were raped and bashed just now. I'm going to Vale Hospital to stand guard over them, you will too, and I'm just letting Ruby and Pyrrha know about it."

Cinder nodded mutely; she wouldn't dare suggest an alternative plan of action now.

As Yang and Nora were being assailed, the auburn lesbians were engaging in their biweekly carnal activity. Ruby and Pyrrha, otherwise a normal gay couple, had one kink which no-one knew about, and their sex life was all the better for indulging in it once a fortnight. Tonight, Ruby hadn't changed out of her teaching attire, which consisted of black knee-high boots and stockings, dark grey business skirt and jacket, and magenta blouse. In a departure from the norm, Pyrrha's birthday romp featured a mixtape of her and Ruby's favourite artists playing softly in the background; Peter Gabriel and Genesis for Ruby, Crowded House and INXS for Pyrrha. Currently, the hurricane of innuendos known as "Sledgehammer" was in full swing.

At the stroke of nine, Pyrrha walked into their bedroom. She wore a get up which put Chrissie Amphlett's stage clothes to shame; a brown and green tartan skirt and matching tie, brown stockings and dress shoes, off-white dress shirt and a green formal jacket. Even though Ruby was a teacher by trade, this kink wasn't so disturbing as it seemed at first glance. The Mancunian murderess taught first years in a public primary school, and Pyrrha was pretending to be the diametric opposite – a high-school girl with a rich background. It helped that her partner essentially hadn't aged since they first met in 1978. True to character, Pyrrha's hair was styled into two long pigtails, with a little mascara and lip balm completing the look.

"Struggling with your grades again, Pyrrha?"

Pyrrha dropped to her knees, instantly causing Ruby to heat up.

"I – I'm afraid so, Miss Rose," she said timidly. "I've just been so stressed with balancing work, school and life that I've been finding it harder to concentrate. If only there were a way to relieve my burdens and fix my grades again ..."

At that precise moment, Ruby's opening line was pinched by the mixtape. "Show me round your fruit cakes!"

Ruby nonetheless saw Pyrrha's cue and gladly took it.

"Well, Pyrrha, I have a way to solve both of your predicaments. I'll give it to you if you promise to tell no-one about it."

Pyrrha gave a look of longing eagerness that outclassed the puppy-eyed expression Ruby had used in the field to find some of her marks. "Oh please, give it to me, Miss Rose. I'd do anything to solve this!"

Ruby's right eyebrow cocked upwards as the shakuhachi fired away in the background.

"Anything?"

"Anything at all!"

Ruby's cherubic features played host to a impishly playful smirk and nodded.

"Very well, Pyrrha. Let me fetch a little gift I bought for you today."

Ruby reached under her bed and retrieved a seven-inch long jockstrap with a bow around the bottom shaft. As the mixtape started to play the last few stanzas of "Sledgehammer", Pyrrha dropped her panties as Ruby affixed the jockstrap underneath her skirt. Walking towards Ruby and her now-bulging skirt, Pyrrha laid a tender right hand on Ruby's cheek.

"Here's to both of us, my pumpkin."

The auburn lesbians leaned in together and started pashing the other's lips, falling onto the bed as they kicked off their respective shoes and jackets.

"Heathaze" by Genesis faded in at this point, the ethereal ballad adding a relaxing backdrop to pure lesbian carnality. Ruby unhitched her skirt and spread Pyrrha's toned long legs apart, and Pyrrha started to get wet when she saw Ruby lubing up the jockstrap. Ruby's methods were even more effective than Nora's in stimulation; rather than jamming the phallic object straight up there, Ruby instead used the tip to massage Pyrrha's sensitive nub, and she kept at it for most of the song. Pyrrha moaned sensually as her vagina moistened in anticipation.

All the while, Ruby loosened Pyrrha's tie, undid her shirt buttons and bra, and starting fondling her perfectly proportionate breasts. Pyrrha blushed deeply as her breaths started to get more ragged. In return for this, Pyrrha reached for Ruby's blouse, undid it and started kissing Ruby's "tatas". Ruby gasped as Pyrrha's lips licked her tender puppies, and therefore decided to ramp up her efforts downstairs. Pyrrha moaned loudly as the cockhead of the jockstrap plunged into her vagina, Ruby moving it progressively further as she emulated a piston with her hips.

INXS's ballad "Never Tear Us Apart" kicked in as Ruby went the whole way in and heated up the action. Pyrrha could hardly do more than moan and scream as Ruby's legendary speed caused Pyrrha to believe her hymen had broken again. Gods above, Pyrrha thought in spite of the action, is this the sort of thing Yang lives with? I won't be able to walk tomorrow, the way things are go – oh my, it's coming. Her right leg twitched uncontrollably, and both women knew what that meant.

"Oh yes, YES, YES!", Pyrrha exclaimed as the saxophone solo began.

Pyrrha felt the rush from within and noisily screamed as she climaxed like a fire hose. Much to her eternal amusement, a stray piece of cum hit Ruby in her left eye. Ruby flicked it out with a tissue as Pyrrha laughed heartily, calming down at last after the most powerful quicky she'd ever experienced. Clearly, Ruby had gone all out for her, and she vowed to return the favour on Ruby's birthday in April. As they extricated themselves from the mess to the first strains of Crowded House's "Better Be Home Soon", the bedroom phone rang. Ruby scooted over and picked it up.

"Odin to Ullr and Heimdall, do you confirm?"

Ruby stood to attention, and utilised her speaker phone.

"Ullr and Heimdall both confirm. What's happened?"

"Frey and Thor were bashed and raped outside the Aurora. They're in Vale Hospital now, and both myself and Hel are on our way. Please meet us there as soon as you can. Odin out."

Ruby and Pyrrha stood in stunned silence for an agonising ten seconds, then they rapidly cleaned up, dressed properly and sped off in Ruby's crimson Commodore II. The bashing and rape of Yang and Nora had driven the auburn lesbians into a level of anger unmatched by any other member of the Bellas, and woe betide anyone who dared stop them.

A/N: Things are heating up! Both literally and figuratively.

For those too squeamish to read the dirty scenes, Adam and Team FNKI (the corrupt cops) rape Yang and Nora before Blake's staff stop them. Ruby and Pyrrha shag each other before they find out.

The next chapter is mostly written, and it will show how the Bellas tackle this incident. It will also have another rape scene, so be warned.

Until next time, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.