Mariana Sanchez was just an original women living with her best friend Stella in an little house in New York. Her parents died when she was moving in with her friend she would always blame herself, sure she wasn't there to call the police. She was j...
TW : SELF HARM. " when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. " -Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Everything is going crazy!
Everyone is running around with stuff in there hands, men walking around in guns standing out the windows and out the house waiting for attack, Stella is running around grabbing her clothes out of mens hands as they smirk looking at him lingerie.
Pigs.
I stand up watching the man keeping pulling it up and down as Stella jumps for her two black lace lingerie.
"Give it to here you fucking pig!" I yells marching over to them. The fat man smirks at me watching me come over his eyes on my breast.
"Give it to me!" Stella yells as her eyes water. She's tired.
Stella and I always been treated like this since after college. Men would come up to us asking for a there's some for wearing a dress. Women get treated like objects, if we speak up we get told off, Oh what we're your wearing? Or You probably flirted with him your were begging for it.
I did report this one man who grabbed my ass I got told the same thing. Men get distracted, but men can wear whatever they want. The same for men if a women grabs them inappropriately they'll say, Why didn't you just let her, she wanted to be fuck. or Who cares if you were uncomfortable you could've gotten a good fuck.
Everyone's says it's cause of clothes, how our bodies are, or even how we talk they say we talk seductively.
"Give it to her now! You fat pig!" I yell he only chuckles seeing Stella's tears falling.
What he fuck let them look through our clothes?
"Please!" She begs.
"Why don't you go on your knees and beg for this cock bitch, you know you want it." He smirks look at Stella and I, "Both of you want it, I can tell look at those short dresses." He groans licking his lips staring at my breast and bottom and Stella's breast.
"Why don't you two wait for me in my room wearing these small clothes. Show me a good time sluts." He bites his lips he drops the lingerie as it falls to the floor Stella picks it up.
We turn away to walk before my wrist gets pulled.
"Come on don't be like that. I said show me a good time. You do it for Marco, Damon, and Vincenzo. Your just his bitches nothing more." He pushes me against the wall holding my wrist above my head the other men snicker, point, and laugh.
"No asshole. I'm not there bitch. There my bitch. I don't play games motherfucker. Let me go or I'll fucking kill you in a snap. I don't like playing old man." I look up at him before spitting in his face he chuckles turning me around against the wall.
