Mr Pretty boy {Camilo Madrigal x M! Reader

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!!!TW!!! MENTIONS OF S*XUAL ASSAULT AND HARASSMENT ALONG WITH ABUSE!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER AND THE NEXT IF ITS TOO TRIGGERING!!!

(Edited)

Today, it was Maria's turn to be the cashier.

That meant I was free.

I sat under a tree behind the house.

The place was my comfort spot. I could relax and draw, not many knew about this place, only my sister knew.

This was the only place where I could just forget about all my problems.

I sighed in relief.

Hearing the leaves rustling against the wind, the birds chirping as they were fed by their guardian; I leaned my head on the tree.

...

'Okay this is getting quite boring.'

I grumbled and stood up.

I took a walk around town, not wanting to interact with people that much.

"Hóla Y/N!" I turned and saw Mirabel.

"Huh? Oh hóla Mirabel." I waved.

She walked over. "Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"

I shook my head. "Nope, me and Maria take turns, today is her day on the job."

"Cool." She smiled. "So you're just taking a walk around here?"

I nodded.

We walked side by side.

"You haven't gotten a gift yet?" I asked.

"Yup." She sighed.

I thought for a bit before replying. "You know, even without a gift, you're still special."

"What do you mean by that? Without a gift I'm basically normal like everyone, it feels like I'm not apart of the Madrigals." She frowned.

"Normal people still have strengths. How about  uhhh... oh! Maria! She's normal but she's able to count really fast." I stated.

"And you too. You're a really great artist." She complimented.

"Really?" I got a bit flustered at her compliment. "Uh thanks I guess..."

"How about you come home with me, we could have some fun ya know?" I heard a voice. It was deep and raspy.

I stopped in my tracks. "Did you hear that?" Mirabel whispered, I nodded.

"N-No! I don't want to!" There was another voice, it was high and sweet.

"It's coming from there!" Mirabel pointed to an alleyway.

I ran towards it and saw a buff man with a beard attempting to unbutton a young girls clothing. She seemed to be around the age of 10-12. She was squirming, her voice being muffled.