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TW// implied non-con
Maggie introduces herself and Carol to you and your small group.
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{No Pronouns}
"Sorry to startle you. We're just passing through."
You walk to the front of your group in order to see what the hold up is. You see two woman standing beside each other; one is clearly nervous and the other is very protective. Hoping to dissipate any feelings of unease, you speak up. "My group means no harm, they're just a bit clumsy sometimes. I'm Y/N." You send them a reassuring smile.
"I'm Maggie. She's Carol."
Your attention is drawn to the tall brunette, who's name you now know is Maggie. You can still tell that she's still closed-off, but you completely understand why. Your group is small, but definitely intimidating. Hell, even for you, considering they haven't been listening too well lately. "Well, sorry to bother you. Uh, have a nice day."
You order your group to follow you as you begin to leave the two women, but you hear one of them - Butch - scoff. "You think we're gonna leave these pretty ladies all alone?" You stop and turn around. "Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do, Butch. They clearly don't need any help, or they would've asked for it. Isn't that right, uh, Maggie?" The brown-haired woman looks at you and graciously nods, resulting in you nodding as well.
"Well, I don't know about you, but me and my boys are gonna enjoy their company", Butch counters. "Your boys? Last time I checked-" You feel a boot kick the back of your knee, making it buckle. Your group laughs. "Sorry, Y/N. We've found a better leader. You're too soft. We need someone who's willing to sacrifice the few" - Butch points at Maggie and Carol - "to please the many." The men around him laugh some more. You feel bile raise in your throat at the implications behind his sentence.
You quickly turn to the two women and shout, "Run!"
