TW! Rape
XOXO
As the kiss deppened, Marinette found herself … disgusted.
His lips were not soft, they were hard like iron under a layer of skin. His mouth moved mechanically.
Marinette tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. His hands, which were on her arm and around the back of his head, dropped downwards. They grazed her neck, and tilted her chin up, resting on her breasts.
Marinette struggled more now than ever, but she was incapable of moving. She kicked him, tried to flip him, and put on a display of all her fighting skills.
It was like he just deflected them, like a video game character.
His hand slipped into her shirt, squeezing and rubbing places where she didn't want anyone to touch. His other hand dropped downwards, and she knew what he was going for, but it was too late.
His icy hand slipped under the waistband of her pants. It dre circles on her belly. She moved his other hand to grope her thighs, and now she was completely under him.
He peeled off his pants, tossing them onto the floor. Next went his boxers, and Marinette closed her eyes, begging that his was all just a nightmare.
But it wasn't.
He lifted up her legs like they were made of feathers, slipping off her black pants. She whimpered as she felt him enter her, like the stab of a knife. He slid in and out smoothly, and Marinette struggled as Adrien moved his head to her neck and started sucking.
She turned her head away and tears dripped down her face. This is why she hated rich people. One of her teardrops landed on his arm, and she heard a sizzle.
A sizzle?
She grabbed his arm. He took this to mean that she liked it and continued. But what she felt under his skin weren't muscles.
It was metal.
Drawing back her arm, she wrapped the chain from her purse around her fist and punched him in the face. Sparks flew, and she could see a visible dent on his cheek.
Driven by her anger and hurt, she punched again and again, unaware of the stabbing pain in her hand and the blood streaming down her arm. She caused such damage that the robot fell over. She quickly put her pants back on. Then she went after her revenge.
And this is why she always wore steel toed boots.
She kicked, swinger her metal -tipped-boots into the broken body of the metal man who had raped her.
Once his power went out, she tore off his limbs and head. Then, grabbing the torso, she threw it out of the window.
While shattered glass rained down on her, she jumped, skillfully avoiding the dagger-sharp edges of the window.
Now she knew what it was like to fly.