Author's Note: Just to give everyone a heads up, this next chapter contains a rape. I tried to stray away from full description, but if you feel uncomfortable with reading it, go ahead and skip to the next chapter. You won't miss too much. Thanks for reading this far!
As the stars became more visible in the blanket of darkness overhead, Senjo emerged from one of the shops with a bag full of goods and equipment and her money sack considerably lighter than it had been. She smiled happily to herself. Now, the only task that remained was to decide on which ship to stow away upon. She was very grateful that it was night. Most sailors would be at the local tavern, drinking and finding "pleasurable" company. She let out a small laugh as a few sailor stories floated into her mind; stories of buccaneers and pirates. Senjo had traveled the sea far and wide and she had yet to come across a pirate. Though some of the stories sparked her curiosity. What would life be like, to live as a pirate? To commandeer ships and plunder merchant vessels for their treasures? But, as of late, there had been no sightings of pirates.
As she rounded a corner, she would spot the docks. Senjo smiled and adjusted the bag on her shoulder, continuing down the dark street.
A hackling laughter sounded from a nearby alley. "Aye, what 'ave we 'ere?"
Senjo turned to spot a fairly large man grinning at her. As his ale-stained shirt clearly showed, this man was drunk.
"'Ello Poppet! Why don't ya come 'ere and say 'ello to your ol' friend Robert?" he hiccupped.
Senjo looked at him with disgust, but before she could even begin to walk again, the drunken man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the dark alley. She struggled but, for an intoxicated man, he held a strong grip over her. He ran a large hand up her thigh and gave a grunt when he didn't find the skin he had expected. He held her at arm's length to examine her attire.
"Dressin' like a man, are we now?" he laughed as he slipped a small dagger from his belt.
Senjo's heart suddenly plummeted into her stomach. That was one thing she had forgotten to buy, a weapon. Was he going to kill her? Was her great journey going to be over before it even began?
But the man grabbed the in-seam to her cotton pants and slashed at the stitching. When he had created a hole large enough, he laughed and grinned at her. "Let's see if ya're really a woman now."
Before she could open her mouth to speak, the man thrust his hand inside her pants and grabbed her, hard. Senjo winced and dropped her bag. She tried to push him away, but with his free hand, he pinned both her arms to the wall above her.
"Aye, an' I see ya're a fresh one too," he chuckled.
Senjo quickly tried to pull her legs together, but he was once again faster than her; he put his feet on the inside of hers and moved them so that her legs spread farther apart. The man removed his hand and pulled down his pants slightly. Senjo quickly shut her eyes tightly.
"Bet ya've never felt this before," he laughed as he pushed himself against her.
Senjo gasped, ready to scream more in pain than in fright. The man placed his mouth over hers in a disgusting kiss, silencing her. The foul taste of ale and pipe smoke flooded into Senjo's mouth. She wanted to scream, kick, punch... just do anything she could to get out of that alley... away from that horrid man.
He kept pushing himself against her, pinning her to the cold stonewall. There was nothing she could do. If she tried to run, he would catch her. And he was much too strong to fight against. Once again, she cursed in her mind for not purchasing any kind of weapon. So, she was trapped.
The drunk slipped his tongue into her mouth, running it along her own tongue. She wanted to bite the filthy thing off, but fear kept her from moving. Slowly, his rough hand crept up the inside of her shirt. As he started to grab at her chest, the man's lower part of his body started to twitch. Senjo could feel him moving in and out of her. Her vision started to blur as the man thrusted against her harder and harder. He grabbed her chest tightly and dug his yellowed nails into her soft skin. She almost yelled out in pain until she felt him push against her one last time. But this time, he kept her pinned hard against the wall. Senjo felt as if the man wanted to go through her. Suddenly, he thrust his pelvis upward. Senjo winced and the dark alley faded away.