Silco x (fem) Reader [Arcane]

A Misunderstanding

(TW: This chapter contains sexual assault)

(Your POV)

It was a cold, damp night in the undercity. 

Neon lights beamed down, illuminating your path as you walked through small puddles of bright colors. The Lanes were quite beautiful at night, but also deadly. Toxins and pollution swirled in the air creating a thick haze. You weren't very used to it yet but you were thankful you brought along a mask.

After an exhausting day of work and traveling, you were happy to say that your trade had been successful. You managed to get yourself quite a bit of good currency. Some would argue that your earnings were minimal, but you weren't wealthy. So to you, every single penny meant everything. Ever since you were young you were scraping the bottom of the pit, but eventually you were able to make a living and own a small business. And by small business, you meant only you, a one woman job.

You firmly grabbed the pouch of coins hidden deep in your coat pocket. Smiling slightly, you patted the bag in an almost comforting manner as if it was a small child. Distracted by your pride, you collided with a tall muscular man. The unexpected impact sent you tumbling backwards, landing right on your ass. As soon as you fell your money decided to chime in, making a jingling noise loud enough for the man to snap his head and glare at you. Two more figures came and stood by his side, crossing their arms in an intimidating stance.  

"Can't you watch where you're going slut?" He said in a low gruff voice. You winced at that last word. 

"I-I'm sorry sir." You stuttered, suddenly feeling a pang of fear spread throughout your chest. The bulky stature crouched to your level, aggressively taking a fist full of your coat in one hand and pulling you close to his face. His eyes were clouded and intoxicated, his breath reeking of alcohol. He was drunk.

"You better be sorry-" He gave your body a shake, your coins responding again with a ring. He froze, slowly trailing his eyes down to your coat pocket. "What you got there?" he nodded. Without even giving you the chance to respond he tore the fabric from off your shoulders, your earnings falling out, making a satisfying thud as it hits the ground. He picked up the bag, examining it carefully.

"Please, I'm not looking for any trouble! Just give it back and I'll be on my way." You said shakily extending your hand in hopes he would return your valuables. He retracted his arm and stuffed the pouch in his back pocket.

"Sorry toots," he got back on his feet maintaining a dominant posture, making you feel small and useless. "Now since that coat is off, why don't we take off the rest?" He smirked down at you, eyeing your curves. "She's too pretty to be left like this... what do you think boys?" He turned to look at them both and they all shared a few laughs. The man bent over and clawed at your ankles pulling you closer to him. His escorts followed and pinned your arms down to your sides. 

The sensation of hands and unfamiliar skin touching yours filled your head with multiple emotions at once. Your adrenaline was racing and your brain was pounding. No matter how hard you kicked and how loud you screamed for help, no one seemed to care or even notice. Everything was going so well just a few moments ago and now it all just fell apart... Hot stinging tears began to leak through your eyes.

"Please! Stop it please!" You cried again, begging and pleading with all your might. With one final burst of strength you were able to free a foot and kick that asshole right in the face. His head bobbled back and with an angry swipe, he grabbed your leg again and slammed it back down. A sharp wave of pain radiated up your bones making your breath hitch. The only damage done was a small scar on his upper lip.