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Prolouge

Hey. I have a couple of things to say before you start reading.
1. I wrote this book based off of "Space song" By BEACH HOUSE.
2. This is my first book and I'm still young so the grammar or spelling may not be perfect.
3. Please don't send hate for the plot. I'm not trying to trigger anyone's trauma or trying to sexualize anything or anyone.
That's all I wanted to say. I hope you enjoy this book

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I woke up in the middle of the night, hungry for food. I was craving something cold and sweet that would make my empty stomach full, ice cream? Oh yes, that's exactly what I needed.

I got out the bed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I checked the time and it was currently 12:09 AM. I was dressed in my pajamas, a tank top, and pink sweatpants.

That's when I opened my fridge and realize that we ran out of ice cream days ago!

I sighed in disappointment. I cant go back to sleep on an empty stomach... I also wasn't in the mood to eat all the leftover pastries, I'm growing tired of them. My only option was to buy some ice cream from a local store. I'm only going out for a few minutes, I'm sure nothing will happen.

I was too tired to change into anything appropriate so I just put on a grey jacket. It gets cold out at night. I took my wallet and went out of the bakery, making my way to the store.

As I came out of the store with a package of ice cream cones in my hand, the streets of Paris were silent and empty.

It was starting to get a little cold... I should've brought a scarf or mittens.

I got goosebumps as I heard faint footsteps. Maybe I was just hearing things.

To be sure, I took a quick look around and... no one? I swear I heard something, and it made me feel uneasy. I took a few steps back, turned around, and walked faster.

I just continued to walk, terrified for my life.

That's when I felt unknown hands wrap around my waist and covering my mouth, preventing me from screaming.

"MMMMMH" I yelled, but it came out muffled.

"Shh, don't say anything, and stay still darling..." said the deep manly voice. The man led me down a dark alley. He was dragging me further away from the only place I felt safe. I kept wiggling in an attempt to get out, but it was useless. In fact, it made the situation worse.

He pinned me to the rough brick wall and began to move his hands from my waist, slowly to my breast. What was happening.

I was going to attack him with the box I was holding, but I realized I had dropped it when he grabbed me.

"I told you not to move, sweetheart," said the man. He continued to touch me in places I didn't want to be touched, his voice slightly irritated. I attempted to kick him with my legs, but he was much larger than I was. My eyes were starting to water.

His mouth found my neck and he started sucking on it harshly. Nobody has ever gave me a hickey before, is this what it feels like? Im a teenage girl, of course I've had intrusive thoughts. I imagined it would would feel good but this just feels like someone's attacking my neck.

Im starting to regret my choices. I should've bring tiki with me for safety but I didn't feel like bothering her.

Tears started trailing down my cheeks. What did I do to deserve this? I've been kind my whole life. Scratch that, I'm ladybug. I save the world every fucking day yet I'm stuck here in this mans arms getting raped.

And then I froze.

Raped. I'm getting raped.