#tw: male rape

[tra-archive]

The 30% of men who turned down that French guy’s request to rape his wife are NOT innocent. Because absolutely 0% of those men turned him in. They were complicit in this horrific crime.

I think one of the things that fills me with rage the most is people who know that a woman is being abused (or about to be) but don’t speak up. This includes women too, because I’ve unfortunately seen women turn their backs on other women in situations like this. This has to stop. People need to speak the fuck up if they know something like this is going on.

Gisèle deserved so much better and I hope that man gets the shit beat out of him in prison.

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Mershark x Mermaid reader

Warnings: the reader is kinda dumb, non-con, dub-con, marking, kidnapping, and biting.

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You were swimming in the ocean, looking for a new shipwreck to explore so you could find cool new human things to add to your collection. Once you found a shipwreck you immediately began to swim over to it so you could find human stuff. As you checked out the sunken ship you hadn't noticed that you wandered a little too far and accidentally and unintentionally went into the Mershark territory without realizing it. You were too distracted in the human stuff to realize that a Mershark had snuck into the shipwreck and found you digging through a giant container while you threw things that you didn't like out and putting the stuff you did like in a bag you made of seaweed and other ocean plants. As you dug through the container you still were not aware of the Mershark silently sneaking up on you until you felt a large pair of arms wrap around your chubby waist, making a scream erupt from your throat.

“Hey, little one you're a long way from home aren't you?” the Mershark said as he turned you around so you two could be face to face.

“Who are you?” you squeal as you try to get away from the Mershark.

“I’m Alon,” he said as he played with a small chunk of your hair while keeping you in a strong grip. “And you're in my territory.”

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble as you give up trying to get out of his grip. “I’ll leave and never come back, I promise!”

“But then who will be my mate?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don't know!” you said as you started trying to get out of his grasp.

“Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you,” he said with a smirk that showed off his sharp teeth. “Too much!”

“No, please, I'm sorry!” you cry as he starts to swim out of the shipwreck with you in his arms.

He swam deeper and deeper into the ocean until you two reached a cove.

“Where are we?” you ask as you look around the small cove.

“Our new home!” he said while holding you from the back.

“Home?” you ask while looking at him with a scared look in your eyes.

“Yes,” he said while putting his head in the nook of your neck before kissing it gently. “Should I mark you now or while we mate?”

“What?” you ask as you try to push his head away.

“You're right,” he said before pinning you to the sea floor. “Why wait?”

The next thing you know you are being held down while the shark above you thrusts into your warmth at a fast pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned while he kept the pace he set earlier. “I’m gonna mark you in a minute, I know you mermaids like to have a mark to show off!”

All you could do was squeak, chirp, and whimper as the shark man thrust into you as hard as he could.

“Does it feel good my little fishy?” he asked as he looked down at you with a smirk on his handsome and chiseled face.

You tried not to think about how hot the Mershark on top of you was as he continued to fuck you.

“Answer!” he said angrily while grabbing your face so you could look back at him.

I don't remember looking away.

“N…no…” you whimper out as you try not to cry.

“Aww why didn't you say anything baby?” he cooed with fake pity before going slower.

“Ah!” you moan as he started to go slower.

“Does it feel good now?” he smirked as he hit all the good spots inside you at just the right pace.

You nodded your head as you felt something build up in your stomach. As the feeling grew you put your webbed claws on Alon’s shoulders so you could hold on to him as he thrusted into you. As you came you dug your sharp claws into his shoulders (accidentally making him bleed) before slumping down to the ocean floor. After a few more powerful thrusts he bottomed out and stayed there for a few seconds before you felt something fill you up.

“It's okay little fish,” he said soothingly as he rubbed your face. “It's just my eggs you will be okay.”

All you did was nod your head as you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

“I will never let you leave my side little fish,” he said with a smirk as he cuddled up beside you, making sure to hold you tight in his big arms. “Especially when you are the mother of our kids.”

[acloudofsparklingdust]

The reality of Gisele Pelicot is horrific and yet she chose to have a public trial to raise awareness for sexual crimes such as the ones she was a victim of. I can't wrap my mind around the pain she has faced, and on top of that the horror her daughter has faced. And the great strength they're displaying by chosing to share this with the public in detriment to themselves.

Her daughter's naked pictures were also found in her father's computer under a folder named "around my daughter, naked". The level of psychological horror and abuse these women have been through is not only terrifying, it's disgusting. It's hard to read about. It's hard to conceptualize.

He did this for years. The men involved took no action. No one helped Gisele Pelicot between 2011 and 2020, and yet she is choosing to help other women by having a public trial.

I can only wish Gisele Pelicot and her daughter the best possible lives after this tragedy. I hope they remain safe and well.

And I hope that the disgusting men behind their suffering will face consequences on par with these unspeakable acts.

[balkanradfem]

Debunking the 'males follow reason, women follow emotions' myth

A woman makes a rational demand to a male, he denies her. She gets frustrated and upset, he accuses her of being overly emotional, and the reason why women can't make good decisions. It's a situation we've seen repeat over and over again, and we've gotten convinced. After all, m*n don't get emotional, they make rational decisions, they don't have that annoying trait of having to cry or care too much, they just do what is right in any situation, while a woman could never stand in their place.

Historically, m*n have been making a lot of these, rational, non-emotional decisions, so let's analyze how they've been doing. Historically, a lot of m*n have both started, and fought in wars. According to them, this is a logical, hard factual decision they've made, and they're proud of it, wars are integral to humanity, we have to fight if we want peace, and so on. So rationally, what do wars achieve for humanity? Mass destruction, mass murder, terrorism, mass rape, mass famine, intense trauma, destruction of environment, destruction of animals, destruction of culture and property, sea of corpses. But, m*n have decided that this is reasonable, because to the country that's been doing it, it can bring new assets, colonization of land mass, new natural resources to exploit. Massive damage to one part of the population for the benefit of another part, this they say, is rational.

If you're a male, it's rational for you to cause damage to countless individuals if there is some sort of benefit to you in doing it. This is presented to us as a reasonable, human and rational thinking. They've not only indoctrinated us to believe this, but put this into their laws. They've created laws that allow them to commit murder under the circumstances of war. They've made sure to give themselves a way to commit murder to get what they want, and not be punished. Again, this is presented as inevitable, cold hard factual thinking.

I would argue that the emotions followed here are greed, sadism, pride, and deep sense of egotism. Deluding themselves into believing that the entire world is turning around their personal needs and wants, and any amount of damage made for this cause is irrelevant. This isn't rational thinking, this is selfish, valuing themselves to the point where other human lives have zero value to them; it's irrational. A woman who puts herself before others is immediately informed that she is objectively selfish, irrational, unrealistic, self-centered, and deserves any kind of harm going her way. M*n have been operating like this from the beginnng of human life, and expect to be praised as 'rational and objective', by these same women they call selfish for not acting as free servants for a second.

Let's look at another 'rational' concept males have created and developed: capitalism. Cold hard logic is – if you can exploit other people to the very maximum, and take the value of their labour for yourself, you should get to do it, and if you can't, work until your health gives out and you die in pain. Again, a group of people gets power to exploit another, resources are given to those with financial power; those who do not have it, have to fight to survive. We know at this point it's caused deaths, sicknesses, mental illness, hunger and low quality of life to the majority of the population, we also know it's caused massive environmental damage, to the point where the climate of the planet is threatened, and animals under mass extinction. Was this a logical move? Was it a normal, rational system to build? Yes according to m*n, because they get to use their financial power to rape women they wouldn't otherwise get to rape.

I would argue again, that the emotions followed in this case are selfishenss, cruelty and greed. When a woman tries to exploit people around her for her own benefit, she is called the worst slurs and names imaginable, and no punishment is too cruel to inflict on her. While m*n have been doing this for centuries and apparently we need to acknowledge that this is in fact, smart, rational and reasonable way to live, and also inevitable.

So let's see what women have been doing on earth at the same time while m*n were busy murdering people in wars and inventing financial systems that bring destruction; women were creating the human population. We were making sure that everyone alive gets to eat, drink, clean clothing, care. We were putting our labour and our minds in taking care of our family members, and fighting for our human rights whenever the situation, or the information we got allowed for it. We struggled to stand up to power-hungry m*n in our life who would exploit us, we studied and invented, we found our ways in every trade, every school, every cultural institution that did good to the planet, and we outpreformed m*n almost immediately after we got in. We gave our lives to make sure the human race isn't erased by the amount of murder and terrorism going on. We put our efforts into protecting the environment, we figured out medicine and then got destroyed for it, we lost countless of our own to murder, rape and torture, we tried to keep safe the ones who got hurt.

While m*n 'rational' and 'logical' thinking lead us closer to destruction, we've been fighting to preserve life.

Having the creatures in charge who believe themselves more rational, but function out of a place of empty pride, absolute ignorance, endless hunger for power, endless greed and insatiable sadism, is not a reasonable way to lead the civilization. In fact, it's been proven over and over again, that this causes low quality of life for everyone, creates practices that allow and support cruelty and destruction, and deals massive trauma and pain to the most of the living humans.

What is 'reasonable' to them, is for them to ignore everyone else's emotions, well being, safety, even the right to exist, and follow only their own. The reasoning they follow has nothing to do with being rational, it has to do with being selfish, proud, ignorant, and I can't stress this enough, being incredibly and utterly stupid. They're destroying the land they depend on to live, and feeling proud and rational to do so, while calling women stupid and selfish for wanting human rights.

It's been enough of this. A rational male has not been born or seen on this planet. We need to assume that every time a m*n says something, he has absolutely no clue what he's talking about, and is likely attempting to cause some damage for his own benefit – in all cases we will be right. We cannot let someone with a track record like this to be in the charge of decision making, nor should we respect their decisions. They couldn't even make laws that protect human lives. They couldn't even base their own accomplishments on the things they achieved – they had to take credit for our achievements over and over again. They are irrational, power hungry creatures that stop at nothing, humanity means nothing to them, human lives have no meaning to them. But they do to us.

We can make decision that make sense, specifically because we care about not destroying lives or the environment. We are capable of making the 'tough calls' because we will make the call that will not result in mass destruction! The only thing they keep holding over our head is that we don't have experience – but we can get it. And experience never helped them make less destructive, less stupid choices.

Male emotions are based on self-delusions. They refuse to see any consequence of their action, and play ignorant to the very end. Their empty pride, empty self-importance, empty confidence and empty arrogance is based on nothing but the lies they've told to themselves. Even slight factual analysis and statistics that come from male decisions, make their reasoning crumble into pieces.

Women's emotions are substantiated by facts. In every case when a woman has been told off for being emotional, she's getting gaslit and turned away from the cause of her emotion, which is always factual. It is reasonable to be upset at being treated as less than a human being. It is reasonable to care about the lives of other human beings. It is reasonable to care about the state of the world, state of the environment. It is reasonable to stand against destruction and loss of human lives. And yet we get told off for having the most substantiated, reasonable responses to male violence and terrorism.

And then there's one emotions males love to use to pretend they're not emotional: anger. It provides them with enough threat to stop women from analyzing and pointing out the failure of males, it works to protect them from the realization of how useless, harmful and destructive they've been. Making horrid, harmful and selfish decisions and exploding in anger if anyone comes close to pointing it out, coupled with blaming everyone else for having an emotional reaction to being harmed, is their primary 'reasonable' way of managing life. And this is what we have in charge on earth. A creature who causes damage, and then uses emotion to hide the damage they've done, while pretending to be an ignorant little baby, blissfully unaware of anything he does having any consequences.

We're done believing their lies.

[radykalny-feminizm]

I had the dubious pleasure of learning about the most insane and disgusting person I've heard about in a long time, and I don't want to be alone with this knowledge, so.

This is Christian Weston Chandler (aka Christine aka Chris Chan)

He's an internet personality who was once popular in certain online circles because of his absolutely unhinged behavior and susceptibility to being trolled.

A handful of facts:

He's an extreme incel who, for most of his life, desperately tried to find a partner while claiming that he only needs a woman for sex

At one point he paid a woman so he could rape her

He created and published sexually explicit drawings of female bodies on the internet, including those of women he knew in real life who, of course, did not consent to such things

In addition to being a misogynist, he's also a racist and homophobe. In his own words: if I could have it my way, I'd make it illegal and forbidden to have homo men; women are safe

Surprise, one day he started identifying as a woman and an ally of the LGBT community. He assumed a new identity solely because he thought it would give him sexual access to lesbians. But hey, TRAs keep saying that such things don't happen, so we're good

He thought he was able to magically grow a vagina and showed off his infected taint gash as his new vagina

If you think that's already pretty bad, the worst was yet to come. In 2021 he was arrested for raping his 79-year-old dementia-ridden mother. That's right. If you've ever wondered about the embodiment of evil and degeneration, here it fucking is. The justice system didn't buy into his bullshit identity and treated him as a male. Unfortunately, he was released from jail in March 2023, and in August the same year his incest charge was dismissed as a result of his lawyer having filed for an autism disorder deferred disposition. Which is fucking outrageous and bullshit because hello?? Autism doesn't make you want to rape your own elderly mother??

I don't even have a proper conclusion to all of this. No words in any language can express my absolute contempt and disgust for this moid.

And for TRAs who don't understand why women don't want "trans women" in their spaces - this is why.

[konigsblog]

Your thoughts on Yandere Farmer Graves ? What if he was working on his farm one day and caught the reader innocently flirting with some guy...;3

tw: large age gap (20s&40s), rape/non-con

yandere!farrmer!graves became obsessive when a farmhand around your age began talking to you. naturally and due to your similar age, you had a lot of interests that you shared! and at first, he brushed it off. but the closer you guys got, and the fact phillip knew he couldn't be watching you 24/7 as you lived down in the village, while his house wasn't far off from the farm, all irritated him, leaving him easily riled up and... sexually frustrated.

phillip tried his best to separate you two, in fear of something more than an innocent friendship forming. despite having different orders and places to be, you always managed to speak somehow. and phillip knew that preying on a dumb, weak 20 year old while he was in his 40s was wrong. yet, he was known for being an aggressive, rough bastard — it wasn't a surprise when he found himself craving the touch and tightness of your pussy around his fat shaft.

he'd take you into his house after you'd done all your work, offering you something to eat, which you gratefully accepted as you were starving from hours on the farm nonstop. yet, phillip took advantage of your vulnerability and nativity: how you'd easily slip into his house without suspecting a thing, and getting all shy on him when he began lifting up your skirt while standing behind you. :3

“c’mon, don’t’cha think i’ can give ya’ different reward?” he attempts to coerce you with his grin, a sly smirk stained onto his face.

you stutter over your words, fumbling nervously and bottom lip quivering before he began acting, already pushing your panties down and taking out this half-hard cock. he didn't prepare you, just spitting and slapping your pussy whenever you got too loud, easier inside without warning. god, his cock ached inside your tightness, wetting him in your slick!

of course, he raped you!! what more did you expect when you were the only one forced to wear a small dress and ordered to do tasks which required bending over? don't be naive... :(

[gendiebrainrotreceipts]

[womenaremypriority]

I feel sick thinking about this man

[mssallsunday]

mouthwashing features a mc who rapes and impregnates a woman and then crashes a spaceship full of innocent people to cover that fact up when the news gets out to the ppl she confides in and the captain tells her her assaulter wouldn't do that because he "knows him" and the mc pretends like it never happened as he is haunted by the images of his lies and deceit and cowardice and the image of his unborn child and the sound of a child's cries and the captain who failed to act cannot move himself or feed himself or speak for himself or defend himself when the mc attacks him and berates him and blames him for every lie he's ever told as the captain loses every scrap of autonomy he has left. but yeah it's about fucking. capitalism and yaoi. whatever i guess

[killjoyfem]

And remember ladies, on the subject of mortuaries: Necrophilia is a particularly male thing. In this study, 95 percent of necrophiles were found to be men. In addition, 100 percent of the cases of necrophilic homicide were perpetrated by men. (source)

[konigsblog]

hi!! i love ur stuff so so much but would you be able to do something for m reader or transmale reader?? i dont mind which characters (but soap or gaz would be nice) but i know you more sort of specialize in könig, so characters doesn't really matter.

but like, m reader or transmale reader with cnc please 🫶

again love your stuff and completely understandable if you cant :)

Creep!Gaz and Creep!Soap thots™

Soap x Gax x Male!Reader

TW: NON-CON/RAPE, STALKING, MALE ANATOMY. MDNI 18+

Thank you for your request, my lovely :3 I have been receiving a couple requests for Transmale!Reader, so I think now is a good time to remind you guys that I don't write for Transgender!Readers !

It was Johnny's idea. The pair had been stalking you nonstop for months now, learning your routine so they could constantly watch you from afar. They'd watch you shower after a mission in the communal showers, scrubbing off all the dirt and grime that layered your soft skin. You were their newest recruit, and their newest obsession.

You thought you could trust the two men. After all, they were your trustworthy teammates, what reason did you have to fear the pair? After a night out drinking after a successful mission, you felt yourself growing more and more dizzy, with your head throbbing and your vision becoming blurry. The two had offered to walk you back to the base, a kind gesture in your eyes. Although, they were simply looking for some private time with you, away from the watchful eyes of their Captain.

Instead of being left in your barracks to deal with your headache in peace, the men decided to have a little bit of fun with you. You could feel Gaz's hand wander over your crotch repeatedly, rubbing your clothed cock ‘til you were hissing out drunkenly at the ache between your legs. You could hear the sound of their pants unzipping as you shifted between unconsciousness and consciousness. All you remember was the splitting and agonising sensation of Johnny forcing his sweaty, meaty cock inside and the rough, familiar Scottish accent in your ear.

You couldn't control your tears as you wept and cried pathetically beneath the experienced, older men, who had years of experience in the military beneath their belt and fuckton of control and authority over rookies like yourself.

“Quit cryin’, lad. Man up, aye? Don’t be such a fuckin’ coward...” The Scotsman let out, his voice hoarse and frustrated at your constant squirming.

You felt Johnny's scarred, rough hands wander your body, his blunt fingernails digging into your hips as he forced your rear skyward and your face into your pillow. Gaz's fingers nestled in your hair and tilted your head towards him while Soap ploughed relentlessly into your tight asshole, with one hand on the small of your back and the other jerking your leaking cock off, taunting you for enjoying such vile treatment. You could feel Soap's cockhead smack and prod against your insides, silencing your pained and horrified pleas.

Your vision was blurry and your bones felt weak. Kyle wasn't gentle in the slightest, as he pushed his swollen, bulbous dick into your mouth, fucking your tight throat ruthlessly. Your lips became puffy around Kyle's lengthy girth, with tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“Don’t think you’re fit for the military if you can’t handle a little roughenin’ up, no?” Gaz chucked teasingly, cocking his head at you while both men violated your weak body for their own amusement, arousal, and entertainment.

Who would believe you, anyways? A silly recruit like you... You were drunk, who would care for you? You're just attempting to tear down the reputation they've built for themselves, aren't you?

[k9punkout]

saw a post about this art on twitter and thought it was gonna be ppl crying over it like i am but no.

they're fetishizing it. i hate everything

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 32)

Tw: mentions of past rape, molestation, injury, blood

Part 33

You were shell-shocked.

You were being evaluated at the hospital. The kind nurses treated your wounds and offered much-needed compassion.

They gathered as much evidence as they could against the assault. You didn't remember what they asked or what they wanted from you, but you did remember having Yves on the phone to settle everything for you.

It was the worst thing you've ever experienced.

You were admitted into the hospital for a few days because one of the wounds became infected and she managed to give you a hairline fracture on your leg. You don't know what has happened to Evangeline or her family, nor did you want to know.

You didn't want to see your reflection. So you were grateful when Yves agreed to only communicate via voice calls.

But that was because Yves didn't want you to see how much he wept for you behind the camera. It would have been the first time seeing his makeup being imperfect and ruined, to see this, shockingly vulnerable side of him.

He knew how horrible it was to go through this, the inner turmoil that this event will cause for years to come... he is reminded of all of it. Yves wouldn't care if it happened to someone else, or even himself. But it happened to you, and he blamed himself for not predicting this. For being careless in his research.

For not predicting that Evangeline will come by the exact time you're leaving your room. Yves didn't do enough digging on that evil woman, he underestimated her degeneracy and it cost you dearly.

He didn't predict how useless your housemates were. Yves already told them to watch out for Evangeline as she was dangerous, not to let her into the house and call the police immediately as soon as she's spotted in the premises.

Instead, they all hid in their rooms when you let her in. They didn't do the bare minimum of even alerting the police, choosing to protect themselves by locking their own bedroom doors.

He was speechless. Yves knew they were selfish, but he thought he could have utilized their selfishness. They were supposed to call the police out of fear that Evangeline would hurt them or damage the property (hence the landlord would force them to pay), not use you as a sacrifice!

Luckily Yves called Mr. Jones almost a day before Evangeline stepped foot outside their house, expressing his concern over his daughter's strange behavior towards your confrontation. He suggested keeping a closer eye on her.

He even contacted his wife. The disciplinarian of the family and the lesser liked parent because of her rigidness.

However, Yves made a grave mistake of thinking they would naturally agree with him. Of course they would give their angel daughter the benefit of the doubt, they love her and couldn't imagine her doing such atrocities. He could tell that they were offended, but well hidden behind polite words.

He forgot, parents tend to love their children unconditionally. Making them blind to their deeds.

It took Yves sending a picture of Evangeline walking up to the front porch for Mr Jones to start bombarding her phones with calls, with the intent of pleading with her not to go through with whatever she planned.

The wife didn't even bother, as she's comfortable in thinking her husband will handle everything.

They had no idea how much they infuriated Yves, calling her was futile, she was clearly in a state where she's unable to listen to reason! Yves fully expected them to zip through the highways to physically restrain her. To save what's left of their reputation or at least what's left of their sick excuse of a child.

The Jones family had sealed their fate as soon as Yves had to call the police himself, pretending to be a neighbor concerned about a violent dispute in your house. Where in reality, the households around you weren't even home to witness anything.

He threw in everything he could to make it their priority, Yves claimed that there were guns involved, the abuse of children, blood, victims close to death... anything to get them out and about.

Hell, Yves even contacted Montgomery. But it only went to voicemail because he was busy working. Same goes to your landlord, he didn't pick up any of the calls because he was asleep.

But it didn't matter what he did. It was too late. The police took their sweet time and Yves couldn't stop it from happening.

He had thought of sending his own men to snipe her down, but that would come with its own set of problems- you would be a lot more traumatized to know Yves a bit deeper. But he should have readied his men within a certain radius to intercept her. Yet, he didn't think of that nor did he believe it was necessary. He expected at least one of his fail-safes would work. None of them did.

Yves was furious. The people around you were supposed to care and love you, but they did not. Enraged that everyone let you down, angry that he let you down.

How could he do this to you? You're so young and innocent, he vowed to protect you and shield you from what he experienced in the past no matter the circumstance. But he failed terribly. All because he was undisciplined enough to be careless. He fucking hated those two words, yet it's being appropriately applied to him now.

You're fiddling on your thumbs, letting the horrors silently replay in your head. Too distracted to notice that Yves muted himself on the call.

If you could see him right now, your head might just melt from the sheer jarringness and bizarreness of his breakdown.

His gorgeous curls were sprawled across his hotel room desk as he sobbed in his arms, resting on the hard, cold marble surface. He was never messy before, but today is an exception; there were pieces of papers, either torn or crumpled out of frustration or intact spread around him. Pens that lost their caps rolled around the floor, his laptop screen is showing a live feed of you in your hospital bed but his tabs are disorganized.

The fact that the weather is still too unstable for him to leave is making him worse. No planes were taking off. These are things he cannot control and it's futile getting upset over it. But he can't help himself for being angry at fate, even if it did nothing.

He regretted it, oh, how he regretted parting away from you. None of this would have happened if he didn't hire Jones, if he's only there for 48 hours, if he didn't go at all.

He knows, Yves knows it's useless to keep beating himself up over this. What's done is done, he has to move forward and take care of you better. But the circumstances around him wouldn't let him get past it, and this is torture to him. Yves is literally out of commission, unable to be there for you in any way. He couldn't be that strong, flawless deity that ensures nothing bad ever happens to you.

Yves is not in control of himself as he thought. His discipline was not enough and it is a hard pill to swallow. But he has to.

Yves lifted his head off the desk and sniffled, grabbing a facial napkin from a tissue box nearby. He dabbed his nose, letting it absorb his drippings.

His lower lip trembled and his eyebrows were knitted out of agony as his bloodshot eyes landed onto the video of you falling asleep. More tears rolled down his cheek, taking the pigment of his mascara along with it. If only you could see him now with black streaks running down his face, you would think very lowly of him.

Yves lets out a shaky sigh. He took a few minutes to close his eyes and compose himself, just enough to seem like he wasn't bawling his eyes out.

He rakes his finger through his hair to tidy it up a bit, his eyes never once leaving you.

Yves cleared his throat and stood up. That's enough self-berating and self-pitying for now. It's time to clean up and think of the worst fate the Jones, your housemates, your landlord and Montgomery could possibly face.

Yves ditched the champagne flute this time. He opted to drink directly from the bottle. How uncouth of him, he feels like an uncultured, idiotic swine all over again. But that's what he is now, right? Stupid and naive to trust the people around you were reliable. A fucking moron to have full confidence in his abilities, a fucking dumbass for expecting the best in his lacklustre plans.

He looked out of the window. Taking a massive swig of his drink, hoping that it would somehow dull the pain he's experiencing. However, he knows better than to expect that. The best a full bottle could do is to mildly calm his nerves.

Yves learns from his mistakes. He now knows you had no one to rely on except him. And he will act accordingly.

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You woke up to hushed chattering between a man who seems to be under distress and a nurse who is trying to calm him down.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes.

"(Name)!" Exclaimed Montgomery. He's oddly cleaner than usual.

You froze momentarily before trying to get away from him as much as you can, fearing that Montgomery is the next Evangeline. The nurse picked up on your clear panic and immediately told him to leave.

"Wait! Y-your sugar da-" He paused and then reworded his sentence. "Yves, told me what happened."

You looked at him with the most incredulous expression. What? Why would Yves tell your other abhorrent admirer about your situation?

"I promise, I won't touch ya', okay? What that bitch did was disgusting, it made me sick to the core."

You asked him a lot of questions. Actually, it should be more appropriate of you to ask Yves instead. Regardless, you asked him why would Yves tell him about you.

"I don't know how that bastard got my number, but I saw that he left a voicemail while I was at work. He told me about that girl and how he's worried that she might hurt ya. Y'know what, I'll let you listen to it your damn self."

He pulled out his phone and tapped a couple of buttons. The nurse was readying her walkie talkie, about to contact security to take him away. But you signalled her that you're tolerating her presence.

"Yeller. This is Yves. (Name) told me everything that has happened between them, you and Evangeline Jones. She molested (name) yesterday and I was alerted of her close proximity to their home a few minutes ago."

Yves's voice was uncharacteristically panicked and wavering. However, despite the obvious stress that Yves was under, he was able to clearly articulate what he wanted to say.

"She is very capable of doing harm and I'm not around to protect them, that is why I'm calling you. I know you care about (name) in your own way, Yeller. Please. I need you to go to this location. Now."

You listened to Yves giving out your entire address to Montgomery. Then, the voice message ends.

"I went straight to ya' house after work and it was a whole crime scene." Montgomery looked at you with a pair of regretful eyes. "I guess she really did a number on ya' huh?"

He doesn't know the full extent of her abuse. Or else he wouldn't be awkwardly laughing, trying to lighten the mood.

You asked him how did he know to find you here.

"It wasn't easy, ain't nobody wanna tell me nothin'. There were a bunch of people there, I think one of em' was named Jason, he was freaking out over your busted window and door." He continued, pulling a chair and sitting on it.

"One of ya' friends told me that you and that bitch got into a scuffle. You lost and had to be sent to the ER."

Friends? He must be talking about your housemates. They were at home this entire time? You weren't surprised that they were too cowardly to come down and defend you, but you expected them to at least call the police. Mr. Jones must have been the one who did it when he arrived.

Speaking of which, how did he know where Evangeline was?

You asked him if he thought this was just a fist fight. He stared at you, confused.

"Is it... not just that?"

There was a beat of silence before you told him no and looked away. You said you don't want visitors anymore, grateful that the nurse stayed the entire time. You were fully expecting for him to be escorted out by security, hissing and thrashing.

But you were astonished Montgomery didn't put up a fight.

"Alright. You know how to find me. I'll leave ya' be for now." He sounded... sympathetic. Understanding, even. There was an evident twinge of regret and remorse in his voice, you wonder why.

"I'm sorry, (name). I shouldn't have trusted her in the first place." After that, he left on his own accord, the nurse following behind him to ensure he was not lurking around the halls.

You let out a breath. It's... strange. There were so many things that didn't add up. You began making excuses, it wasn't hard to find Montgomery's details from the Internet. So Yves must have gotten his number there.

But who told him Evangeline was nearby? You suspected that it was one of your housemates. There is no one else. It's just extremely vexing that they weren't as nosy as usual, if they came out and began poking and prodding at Evangeline, this wouldn't have happened. But then... why would they even tell Yves if a stranger comes by in the first place?

Then there was the question about Mr. Jones. Evangeline doesn't have a car nor a driver's license. So she had to get here by bus.

He was in his uniform, that means he was unlikely to know that Evangeline even left the house. So who told him? Yves? Seems plausible, but the timeline doesn't make sense to you.

Although it felt like hours of torture, the incident happened within a mere 11 minutes, they arrived 8 minutes after Evangeline started. The last 3 minutes was spent trying to gain access. It's unbelievable, but that was the reality of it. You know the nearest police station is an hour away by car. So the call must have been placed much earlier, or it was a coincidence that there was some patrolling nearby. But the latter was unlikely, you're in a sketchy neighborhood because there's barely any cops.

Either way, it couldn't be Mr. Jones was the one who alerted the authorities, the timing wasn't adding up. He was already banging on your window 6 minutes into the torment.

You shocked yourself that you could keep track of the timing. Thanks to the wall clock in your room that you couldn't... seem to remember owning.

All these discrepancies were giving you a headache. You tried to stay positive and look at the bright side. But it was hard, you do the best you can.

You picked your phone up, only to see that it died.

Sighing, you threw it onto the tray nearby and shuffled around, minding the cast around your leg and the bandages near your groin.

You closed your eyes once more and begged hard for this to be a dream.

[honeylemony]

And this is how I learn that bitch has also written lesbian corrective rape scenes.

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