The Siren

Assualt

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE A SENSITIVE TOPIC! SKIP IF YOU WANT

Pearl pov

Once I was done showering, I went to the movie room. It's my favorite room in Amelias house, besides her sex dungeon room.

I was choosing what movie to watch and Michael had to walk in. I get weird vibes from him and ion like it.

"Hey you. Do you mind if I watch with you?" He asked. "No❤️" I replied

We choose on "A Diary Of A Mad Black Woman".

We were 20 minutes into the movie, everything was going good until he put his ashy hand on my knee.

I didn't think much of at first... until it started to creep higher on my thigh.

"What are you doing man?" I chuckled awkwardly cause I was low key scared.

"Oh I was looking for my water bottle, I brought one with me." He said while staring at my boobs. He ain't had no water bottle with him.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said trying to escape him before he try something. Like what's with men and lesbian women? We don't like you stop the fetishization.

"Oh no you don't." He whispered darkly, it sent chills down my spine.

He swiftly grabbed me by my hair and slammed me onto the seats. He started to dry hump me. I screamed for him to get off cause he was bigger than me.

He flipped me over and groped my breast and pussy, kissing on my neck as I cried. Please Amelia, please hear me. I don't want this!

He tore the shirt that I was wearing off, exposing my bare chest. That's when I slapped him and tried to run, but he pulled me back by my neck.

"You're so beautiful, too bad that you are gay. Women are supposed to be fucked by real men, not by fake dick!" He said while trying to take off my shorts and underwear.

Please god no, don't let this happen to me!!

I kept fighting, kicking, pleading, and yelling. We are in a soundproof basement after all that doubles as a bunker...

He unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in my mouth. I tried to push him off and bite his dick but my mouth was too small. It hurt so bad, I started to tear up from the sudden abrasion.

His moans from pleasure were like knives to my pride.... I promised myself not to let this happen to me again, yet here I am...

He pulled out and came all over my emotionless, tired, drained body. I'm just happy he didn't take my cherry. I want to save myself for my girl.

He went right back to messing with my breasts until his hand went to my neck and squeezed it until I couldn't breathe.

"I know you're enjoying this you slut-dyke!" He said as he rubbed my area, about to enter his fingers inside me.

As if god heard my pleads, I heard Amelia calling for us from the stairs to the second floor.

"Goodbye my little sex toy." He forced his disgusting lips onto mine, sticking his tounge in my mouth, zipped up his pants and left.

I just sat there and cried, hard. I can't believe this...

Amelia pov

Once I was done with my shower, I got dressed and looked for Michael and Pearl. Michael was leaving. As he walked out the door, he shot me a dark smile and left.

What the hell did he do???

I walked into the movie room and the disgusting sight made my blood boiled.

Pearls clothes scattered and torn and there was cum on the seats. Bruises and more cum were on Pearl as she cried.

"Pearl?! Are you ok?!" I rushed over to her and scooped her up. She clung onto me, trembling with fear. She didn't even need to say anything. I already knew what happened.

That son of a bitch used her as a sex doll.

I swear when I see him on the streets I'm shooting his ass. No woman or girl should ever be forced to have sex that they don't want.

We went to my room and I sat her on my bed. She just looked at her feet as more tears fell on her thighs.

"I didn't want it. I tried to fight back! He was too strong. Maybe it's my fault." She chocked out.

"Pearl Waters, look at me." I demanded. She finally looked up. Her eyes were red as well her nose.

"Don't you ever say it's your fault. It's never your fault. It was that low life son of a bitches fault." I said. (PSA to any girls who ever experienced rape, assault or molestation: ITS NEVER YOUR FAULT!! DONT BLAME YOURSELF. You are a survivor💓💓💓)

"Why didn't you hear me?? Why didn't you listen to my pleas, cries and screams!?" She yelled, taking out her anger onto me.

I am to blame as well. I was RIGHT THERE and ain't hear shit!! That means my music is too loud if I can't hear screaming.

"I am so sorry, I'm so sorry!" I said over and over again as she cried into my chest. Tears flooded my eyes but I didn't let them fall. It hurt to see her in pain.

God why does the purest souls go through the most?! She did nothing to deserve this!!

No one should have to experience this. I wouldn't even wish it upon my worst enemy.

She finally pulled away and I had to ask that question.

"Did he... put it in?" I said gently. "No. Thank god. I'm a virgin. I'm saving myself." She seemed so relieved that he didn't rape her.

This had to have happened more than once, cause she seemed too, idk trained to these types of situations.

"At least I don't have to get an abortion." She said making a joke. I gave her a shocked look.

"Sorry. Making jokes helps me deal with trauma." More tears fell from her sad eyes.

"Come on. Why don't we get you cleaned up." I said picking her up and running a bath.

That's all folks, I wanted to bring awareness to rape, sexual assault and molestation victims with this chapter. You are strong if you experienced this. You are beautiful and deserve the world.

Bye chimmi changas🧡🧡🧡