His screams turned into whispers the moment he understood his position.
Once he realized that nobody's going to save him from his predicament.
After all, he is in an alley in one of the scariest places in the country.
His back pressed down against the broken concert ground.
Every pounding motion made him want to die it seemed as if his soul was leaving his body.
He's imprisoned, trapped under the clammy hands of the villains that took it upon themselves to rip him apart inside and out.
He couldn't escape, he couldn't move, his body felt unowned. Multiple figures towered over him, using him.
He was stuck in the position he only ever watched or fantasied about. He wasn't strong enough he's a hero that can't even protect himself.
Just somebody he needed, someone.
His eyes reached the entrance of the alley, hoping and praying that at least someone would stop and turn to save him, to just pity him, even if this is a place where the hands of a hero couldn't have reached yet.
A figure passed his red eyes, only momentarily pausing before proceeding, and it felt as if all the leftover hope he had was drained.
He became paralyzed, only waiting for the moment it was over. It felt like his body isn't his, praying to die for it to be over, that they can just kill him. Anything other than this would do.
He counted the seconds, but they shifted into minutes, the minutes forwarding into hours. Yet, he was still breathing as each man had their round repeatedly.
Once it was over, he still felt the pounding, feeling the sorrow, the hurt. He felt.
Dirty
disgusting,
Used!
Yet, the guys chanted and laughed as if they did no wrong.
“That felt better than my girlfriend his body responds like a virgin every time.”
“Yeah, men that what he gets for touching my sister it is well deserved.”
“Anybody can be a hero nowadays.”
The filming female finally moved her camera from her face and giggled, waving the camera in the air.
“If you ever try to rat on us, we will show everybody these taps that the notorious pervert is a disgusting fag who enjoyed being raped. Then them rapist over there will come back for more.”
The girl said as she twirled around before jumping off
“How harsh you crazy woman.”
The muttering voices of the man faded off.
“You Think Momo would be happy.”
"Don't say anything to her, or she'll abhor me.”
“As if she can hate you anymore, after all, it is that pervert's fault.”
Even after they were long gone, his body stayed shaking in the same position they left him in unmoving.
He let out a small whimper finally moving from his position as the day ended. He buried his head in between his legs and began shaking in fear.
'I-I deserve this right?'
He knew deep down that nobody deserved that type of torture. Yet he watched scenes from porn films where a girl was in his position and he loved it. He didn't see how they enjoyed it so much having their innocents being snatched away and yet they don't cry or try to save themselves instead they sit there in pleasure.
Maybe it should have felt good?
Is it different for boys and girls? If so that should explain his inner turmoil.
" I g-got to go now."
Mineta stood up legs quivering as he grabbed his luggage.
"They should be worried I got to hurry."
He put his clothes back on hiding the bruises from the prior incident. Ready to leave until he noticed the sticky substance that stuck to his bag. His eyes watered falling back down trying to wipe it off.
"I got to hurry they can't find out."
He muttered to himself over and over again he dropped the bag balling up with his hands over his head muttering inherent stutters of fear.
The streets of this area seemed to be the most crowded at night. A few people paused giving him looks of pity as if they knew what happened only causing Mineta to ball up even tighter.
"They can't find out."
He chanted to himself in whimpers.
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