Authors note: this is my take on writing about rape between two secretarys, and one is evil.
"come on love, you'll be just alright." he said with an unconventional gaze, I lurked around with my eyes for a corner of safety, but looks like i wasn't safe tonight, the night was young and i was trapped beneath the ground of a sh!tty man, i sighed, looks like i gave in tonight...
The next days felt like a ring of possibilities, am i safe? Am i in danger? Am i gonna be roaming around my room zoning out for more then a decade? Is my future locked in yet? Is my grave set in stone? Am I..okay?
I rose up form the seat of my workplace where instead of typing all hours on the computer, i zoned out, it was lunchtime so i picked up some food downstairs at a local restaurant near my workplace buildment, the scenary was nice somehow, the gaze's swooned all away in my longing comfort, i slowed down my breath and all oxygen was called from my mouth,
I picked up the food and went back, until a hand was touched upon my shoulder, "hello sweetheart."
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ITAKUNAI; a poet's dumptry.
General FictionThe name says what i describe, this will be a few random chapters that i would want to put in a story, but it will take far too long for me to start.
