October 9th, 2024
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this was written based on my own experience that i experienced last year. i am writing this to help me move on. this does not in any way condone sexual violence and is not something to take lightly. this does have mention of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, and the aftermath of an assault. if any of that is triggering for you please do not read and read something else. thank you
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Her eyes were burning, stinging, as wet, hot tears ran down her face, pooling at her chin and slipping down the front of her neck. A whimper was lodged deep in her throat, a feeling close to that of a potato chip that wasn't quite swallowed. Her insides were searing, tearing at the seams, leaving bubbles of heat popping against her body.
She couldn't move, breasts pressed firmly against the back of the seat, and face crumpled, nose smashed into the smooth pleather, inhaling the wafts of plastic, she could feel the wetness of her tears smearing across the seat with every jagged motion he made.
He was ruthless. His nails deep into her scalp and knee crammed into her spine made him feel a surge of power, and left a cocky grin across his face.
He ignored her shaky breaths and sniffling nose, continuing to split her wide open, not satiated. He wanted more.
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