Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Awake

Warning: The following chapter contains triggering content pertaining to rape/sexual assault and suicide. If you would like to skip those parts, scroll down to after the gif.

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"Look at her...little slut. Look at her drooling all over my big cock."

"Alec, shove it down her throat. I bet she loves that shit. Make that bitch choke on it."

"You want that, slut? You want me to fuck your mouth before I fuck your tight little pussy?"

I groan, unable to speak. Unable to scream. My eyes are so heavy that I can't even decipher who's in the room with me. But I'm in here...crying, begging, praying for someone to help me. I know what they're doing to me. It hurts...all of it hurts. And I can't make them stop.

"Shit, Alec, how many pills did you give her? Is that bitch dead?"

"Just one. She's alive, look at her...she loves it. But even if she was dead, I'd fuck her anyway."

They're laughing now. Laughing at the way my head lolls back because I'm unable to hold it up. Laughing at the way drool slides down my chin as this prick tries to shove his dick into my mouth. There's a sharp stab of pain at the back of my head as someone harshly pulls my hair, jerking my head back and forth. I wish I could lock my jaw and bite his tiny dick clean off. He stinks like sweat and bad diet, and his skin tastes salty. There's bile in my throat and no matter how hard I will it, I can't force it to rise. But knowing these sick fucks, they'd get off on me choking on my own vomit.

"She's worthless. Just fuck her and leave her for the rest of the guys. She barely even has tits. Shit, does she even have hair on her pussy yet?"

"I don't know, let's see."

My body is jostled around as if I'm no more than a rag doll as they rip my clothes from my limp frame. I try to cry out, try to scream for them to stop, but it only comes out as a pained groan.

"Oh shit. She wants it. She's already moaning for my dick. Don't worry, little slut. Daddy's gonna give you this monster cock soon."

Monster cock? From the feel of him in my mouth, I've had toothpicks more remarkable. However, none of that matters when he violently pushes my legs apart and, without an ounce of remorse or even lubrication, shoves himself inside of me, ripping me open.

I'm crying now. I only know that because I can taste the salt of my tears running into my mouth. I try to scream again, begging him to stop—just please stop. I won't tell anyone, I swear. Please just let me go—but it only comes out as a gurgled groan. He can see me crying, and he loves it. It only makes him pound me harder. Someone reaches over and pinches my breast so hard that I swear, they've broken the skin. But it can't be him...his hands are on my thighs, his fingernails digging in deeper as he pumps faster.

"Oh shit, she's so fucking tight. I love virgin pussy."

"Look at her...she loves it too."

"You still taking pics?"

"Hell yeah. I got all this shit."

"Good. Get this too."

Then he pulls out suddenly, and I whimper, grateful that it's over despite the pain radiating all over my body. But before I can muster a modicum of relief, I feel hot spurts of fluid spilling all over my face.

I hope it's blood—my blood. I hope I truly am dying. I hope they do me just one single kindness and put me out of my misery and leave me here, covered only in filth and shame. It hurts like death is near, so maybe...maybe that's one bright spot. Maybe that's the one good thing I have to look forward to in all this. Because after tonight, I don't want to live on.