I peel off my clothes from my hot, clammy skin. These rising heats really do get on my nerves. I step into the shower and wash away all my worries. Like a cleansing of the mind.
Then my brain switches paths. And I end up thinking of her. Again.
The way her silky red hair moves in the shadows. The way her eyes glint in the sun. The way she walks. The way she smiles. The way she laughs. The way her lips feel.
I dry myself off and get dressed for the day. I choose my wide leg jeans and a cream cropped shirt.
The school day passes by slowly. It always does. But then I see her in the corridor, she gives me a sideways glance and discreetly winks. My heart flutters.
As I walk past her locker, I subtly slip a piece of paper into the slits. _Meet me under the bleachers, lunch x _it reads. Another few lessons pass as lunch grows closer and closer.
After class I take a detour, completely bypassing lunch and walking to the bleachers outside of the building.
She’s already there waiting for me. Standing there in pure perfection and beauty. Oh how much I love her.
I drop my bag to the floor and hug her.
“I’ve missed you babe” I whisper
“Me too, such a long day without your company” she agrees.
I move my hands down to her perfectly shaped waist as she snakes her arms around my neck. I gently kiss her neck in affection. She smiles.
She tucks a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. “Looking beautiful today” she mumbles
“I could same the same for you” I reply.
She presses her lips to mine softly. I kiss her back harder.
After a while we sit down and she lays in between my legs facing upwards. I run my fingers through her hair.
“Oh how gorgeous you’re looking right now” I whisper and she blushes. She pulls a Polaroid camera out of her bag and hands it to me, a take a picture of both of us. She machine pushes out a blank image. She starts shaking it. I take it from her hand and stare at the image, mesmerised.
“I wish I could stay here forever” she mutters
“I mean we could always skip last period?” I suggest with a wink and a cheeky grin
“Any day day with you, my love”
TW - rape
The young blonde haired girl was led into the room, her arms by her side and her fists clenched. She was pulled into the room by Miranda, his loyal servant.
“No, no please, no” she whispered to the other girl. “Please spare me, please, I’m only 19, please, I beg you”
Miranda didn’t respond to her wishes. This was a job that had to be done.
“Oooh, a pretty one today” a deep voice said huskily, looking the young girl up and down, as if he was already picturing her naked.
Tears were already pouring out of the girl’s eyes. “please” she mumbled.
“As you requested my Lord” she locked the door behind them and let go of the girl, gently guiding her into the centre of the room. Then Miranda took her place in the corner. She was always forced to watch, just like how she was forced to bring in these ladies for her master to prey on. She hated her job. But she didn’t have a choice.
The man stood up from his throne like chair at the back of the room and made his way over to the whimpering thing in the middle.
“It’ll be over soon” he whispered, his hands touching the sides of her face and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
He kissed her on the cheek, before pushing her down to the ground and planting his bodyweight onto hers. He was kissing her hard, trying to force her mouth open but she was stubborn. More stubborn than some of the others. Her face was tear stained, he licked off those salty liquids.
He continued to pry open her mouth and force his tongue inside before tearing off her clothes like the monster he was.
Miranda forced herself to watch. She had to. It was her job.
He left her only in her bra and panties. He moved his hands around her almost naked body. Her eyes were firmly closed and her body rigid.
“Don’t be so tense sweetheart”
“No” she screamed out. He seized his chance and planted his mouth onto her lips and pushing his tongue through to explore her mouth.
He slowly removed her underwear and threw them across the room in passion, in a hope to turn her on and make her co-operate.
He touched her breasts, massaged them, kneaded them and sucked them. He trailed slobbery kisses down her naked side and all the way down her leg. He forcefully spread her legs wide open. Then he worked his way back up and slowed down. Taking his time on her inner thighs, caressing them whilst he got closer and closer.
He pushed her legs upwards so that they were in an upside down V shape.
Miranda had to close her eyes. She could never bear to watch this part. The poor girl lay there helpless, screaming until her throat was sore. Miranda could tell what he was doing. She always could. It was easy.
Once he had decided she was useless, he stood up and walked back to his throne of rape.
Miranda walked back towards the scared little girl, curled up naked in a little ball. She helped clothe her back up and gently led her out of the room. She was whimpering the whole time.
The girl ran away from the warehouse. Sprinting as if he was going to run and catch her and feed on her again. The woman wanted to follow her, join her on her path of freedom.
Miranda turned around and walked back into the room.
“Miranda?” He asked.
“Yes”
“Good catch, dear”
“Thank you,” she paused. “Father”
Her father was a beast. A monster. A monster raping beast. And she was ashamed and scared. But she could not do anything. Because it was her job. And a job had to be done.
When does a man become a monster? Once he’s killed his wife Raped his daughter And mentally traumatised his son
When does a man become a monster? Oh wait- man already has.
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