Lone Wolf (Legoshi x Reader)

10: A Ministration On the Use of the Word Slut

Haru knew the feeling of impending doom. It was something she dealt with each and every time she had sex with a carnivore-- large or small. But this was different. This wasn't just doom. It was death, imposing its stench upon her.

At least, she thought as she was trapped in the large carnivore's arms, they're not here. In a way, this is a relief. Please... if you're going to devour me, swallow me whole. Don't leave any traces behind, because they would find out. And say it's exactly what I deserved.

Unbeknownst to you, Haru suffered a similar but still ongoing fate to your own. She never had a place to sit or friends to sit by. Each day was a balancing act between being hated by others and being seen as a sex object. But they wouldn't call her that. The words they used was worse: slut. 

It was pithy, short and a good word to say with that umph of power. Everyone knew what the potent, monosyllabic word meant. It was vile, yet common language. One could call their friends sluts, but on the flip of a coin condemn another person with just the utterance. The only requirement for being a slut it seemed, was to be female.

Should Haru have been born a boy, she would have been labeled a player. An embarrassment to the language, the dichotomy between the two words was disgusting in its own right. Slut was a good word to be wielded by either gender. Males could use it to defile a female's character; females could use it to condemn the actions of their own gender. It was a dirty word because society wanted it to be.

It was never just slut. Haru was always gifted an adverb with the insult. Filthy, hot, cheap, trashy, whatever. It didn't matter. None of it mattered right now. No one would even care if she got eaten, she had few friends to notice her absence. But unlike the alpaca, they would say she deserved it.

Haru even had to admit, she had pulled the hatred upon her, just a bit. It was within her right to be romantically involved with whomever and how ever many people she wanted. But it was a stupid mistake to involve herself with the boyfriend of Mizuchi, the harlequin rabbit.

It wasn't even really her mistake. Haru hadn't been the one to initiate with the male harlequin rabbit, but she also hadn't stopped it. And she wasn't one to let herself be talked to so viciously by a pathetic woman who took out her anger on whatever poor female had been preyed upon by her own boyfriend.

Boys were attracted to her because she looks so vulnerable. They want to protect her. They think she needs them.

But this boy felt different. It wasn't the usual chivalrous instinct she felt. This time, it was a killer one. If she was going to die, it would be without regrets. Because the winners of the world are the ones who live without hiding their true nature. Maybe she was a slut. Whose business was that besides her own? She had never loved and lost. She was sexual food to any boy she wanted. And that was how she liked it.

And if she was honest with herself... she didn't quite mind being actual food to this boy now too.