Author: Hirro (Not Dilandau :D Hirro Wrote this !! n.n!)
Warnings: Attempted rape, fat hooker jokes.
Author's note: Dilandau: Well, what can I say? It's fat old hooker rape.
Poooooooor Van.
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Van heard footsteps coming from behind. Nervously, He spun around and came face to face with the woman from before, Jo. Van sighed; relieved it was only she, and not some rapist. "Hi." Jo said. "Hi.." Van smiled, he really just wanted to get back to his room, but there was no need to be rude, right? "Do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? I'd been wanting too, and now seems like a good time." Jo smiled kindly. "Sure." Van replied. "I just wanted to let you know, that I can be like a 'mom' for you. I feel like I need to protect you, sorta' like a 'mom' would." Jo smiled again. Van stared. "Sure..." he said looking at the ground. Jo grinned maniacally. "Okay, son!"
"I.... I better get back to my room..." Van said quickly. He turned around to run down the hall, he didn't know where he or his room was, but he suddenly just wanted to get away from Jo. She was starting to act like a freak. As Van was about to run, he felt Jo but her chubby arms around him. "Just, remember, if anyone gives you any trouble, just tell me, I'm like a mom for you!" Jo laughed cheerily. Van ducked under her arms and started to walk down the hallway quickly. "Van, my son, what are you doing!? Your rooms the other way! Here, let me walk you to your room deary." Before Van could protest Jo grabbed his hand and almost literally dragged him towards the other end of the hall. "I like younger men, especially tall younger men... but, there are some exceptions, you really are cute..." "You-you're a pedophile...!" Van said shaking; this Jo thing was clearly a psycho.
Not just a psycho like Dilandau though. An old fat hooker whore pedophile that was ugly as hell psycho.
Her curly blonde hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, all groady and disgusting, her old face covered in wrinkles smothered in cheap concealment. She wore a tight black dress with fishnet stockings. She was chubby, and had on some bunny ears, like any common prostitute.
"I'm just teasing you, Don't call me a pedophile." Jo said, innocently. "O- okay..." Van stuttered, shocked at the behavior of such an old hag.
Van was glad when they reached his room; he said good-bye to his "mom" and thanked her for walking him to his room. Jo kept standing in the door way though.
Van stared at her questionably. After a few minutes of silence, Jo spoke, quietly. "You really are cute, Van..." she whispered.
"Th-thanks! It's late now, you better go!" Van tried to get the pedophile out of his room, but she kept standing there in the door way.
"You really are cute...." she repeated, staring at him hungrily. She continued, "Now... if only I was twenty years you--- oh fuck it!" she said cheerfully before charging, and knocking Van over on to the bed. Van tried pushing her off him, but Jo really was FAT. Jo kissed him hard on the lips, Van tried kicking the fat beast of a woman but he knew it was futile to fight against someone as big and heavy as Jo. The older woman was starting to take her disturbing hooker dress off, "Oh, Gods, no.." Van thought. Finally, He did the last resort... he screamed, "RAAAAAAPEEEEEE!!!" as loud as he could, hoping to wake every damn person in the entire palace. He hoped to God that he woke every single person up, so they would all know what a fat pedophilic whore Jo was, if they didn't already. Jo blinked, surprised at him, before standing up and leaving, before she left though she looked at him and smiled, "I hope you don't mind me joking with you, Van." She walked out the door, and down the hall leaving Van alone.
Poooor Poooor Van. N.n;;;
Van heard footsteps coming from behind. Nervously, He spun around and came face to face with the woman from before, Jo. Van sighed; relieved it was only she, and not some rapist. "Hi." Jo said. "Hi.." Van smiled, he really just wanted to get back to his room, but there was no need to be rude, right? "Do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? I'd been wanting too, and now seems like a good time." Jo smiled kindly. "Sure." Van replied. "I just wanted to let you know, that I can be like a 'mom' for you. I feel like I need to protect you, sorta' like a 'mom' would." Jo smiled again. Van stared. "Sure..." he said looking at the ground. Jo grinned maniacally. "Okay, son!"
"I.... I better get back to my room..." Van said quickly. He turned around to run down the hall, he didn't know where he or his room was, but he suddenly just wanted to get away from Jo. She was starting to act like a freak. As Van was about to run, he felt Jo but her chubby arms around him. "Just, remember, if anyone gives you any trouble, just tell me, I'm like a mom for you!" Jo laughed cheerily. Van ducked under her arms and started to walk down the hallway quickly. "Van, my son, what are you doing!? Your rooms the other way! Here, let me walk you to your room deary." Before Van could protest Jo grabbed his hand and almost literally dragged him towards the other end of the hall. "I like younger men, especially tall younger men... but, there are some exceptions, you really are cute..." "You-you're a pedophile...!" Van said shaking; this Jo thing was clearly a psycho.
Not just a psycho like Dilandau though. An old fat hooker whore pedophile that was ugly as hell psycho.
Her curly blonde hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, all groady and disgusting, her old face covered in wrinkles smothered in cheap concealment. She wore a tight black dress with fishnet stockings. She was chubby, and had on some bunny ears, like any common prostitute.
"I'm just teasing you, Don't call me a pedophile." Jo said, innocently. "O- okay..." Van stuttered, shocked at the behavior of such an old hag.
Van was glad when they reached his room; he said good-bye to his "mom" and thanked her for walking him to his room. Jo kept standing in the door way though.
Van stared at her questionably. After a few minutes of silence, Jo spoke, quietly. "You really are cute, Van..." she whispered.
"Th-thanks! It's late now, you better go!" Van tried to get the pedophile out of his room, but she kept standing there in the door way.
"You really are cute...." she repeated, staring at him hungrily. She continued, "Now... if only I was twenty years you--- oh fuck it!" she said cheerfully before charging, and knocking Van over on to the bed. Van tried pushing her off him, but Jo really was FAT. Jo kissed him hard on the lips, Van tried kicking the fat beast of a woman but he knew it was futile to fight against someone as big and heavy as Jo. The older woman was starting to take her disturbing hooker dress off, "Oh, Gods, no.." Van thought. Finally, He did the last resort... he screamed, "RAAAAAAPEEEEEE!!!" as loud as he could, hoping to wake every damn person in the entire palace. He hoped to God that he woke every single person up, so they would all know what a fat pedophilic whore Jo was, if they didn't already. Jo blinked, surprised at him, before standing up and leaving, before she left though she looked at him and smiled, "I hope you don't mind me joking with you, Van." She walked out the door, and down the hall leaving Van alone.
Poooor Poooor Van. N.n;;;