“Yes. I’ll cut to the meat of it. One of them inappropriately touched Mitama, Caeldori’s retainer. I know this because he had the audacity to brag about it,” he’s visibly upset by it.
“According to what I heard, he grabbed her breast without permission, and referred to her as a ‘Hoshidan slut’. I would’ve confronted him myself but...” a disgruntled sigh. “I already know if he felt he could get away with such behavior towards a Hoshidan, he wouldn’t take a scolding from one seriously. Even if royal...” it’s hard to see, but Subaki is looking a little nervous.
“You’re one of the only high ranking Nohrians that I’ve seen to show proper respect to the Hoshidans here. The others are either hostile or largely ignorant. I hope you don’t mind me coming to you for help.”
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Hi, I just got assulted like an hour or so ago? I really don't know I tried to stop it but gave up ultimately. I sort of hate myself a bit or a lot? I'm drunk and I don't really know what to do or say and I just want to talk and you seem to be nice to plenty of people so now I'm here -drunk, scared, and confused anon.
Okay so, first things first, you need to tell someone you love. Then go to the police. And a planned parenthood if that’s what needs to be done. I promise this is not your fault.
“I heard the guard bragging to his friends about it...” he explains. He then seems to get more frustrated at Mitama’s dismissal and insistence that it shouldn’t be his concern.
“You are a Hoshidan, and I am Hoshidan royalty. It’s definitely my concern. Don’t act like it’s you causing the trouble! That perverted bastard shouldn’t have touched you in the first place!”
The door should have been locked - /was/ locked, but a bit of brute strength easily snapped it open. There was vague recognition in Yugi's eyes at the sight of him, enough to have him hesitating instead of running for help. By the time he might have realized something was /wrong/ with Red the dragon had lunged forward, scaled hands entwined with Yugi's own as he slammed his body back against the wall-- and then pushed, and squeezed, hands bent /back/ with a horrific /crunch/ of bone-
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It was a late night, the shop was closing for the day and Yugi found himself doing some last minute re-stocking to avoid doing any early work in the morning.
He didn’t even know why they did this, aside from a board game or two being sold on a day to day basis most of their income came from selling starter packs and a few fans that came over to get a picture and buying something as a memento. When the door slammed open the blonde jumped, the box he’d been holding smashing to the ground as board pieces few out of it and scattered on the floor.
Was this a robbery?
Yugi turned around, fully expecting to see a stranger trying to get some easy cash by breaking into the Game Shop.
“Re-"
His question’s cut short as the taller, more muscular man jumped at him, throwing him back against the wall of games causing multiple boxes to shake and fall off their place.
Back slamming into the wooden panels as Yugi screamed.
With a heavy chest, he tried to push back, Red’s claws digging into his hands as the duelist screamed, trying to form words only find them dying the more pressure were placed upon his hands.
He could feel the heat running up his arms, the skin ripping at his knuckles and palm as the nails kept digging into it. The pain kept increasing, his defenses and strength falling drastically the closer the other god.
"Sto-Aaah!"
A crunch, a loud, jarring snap of his fingers as his wrist snapped back pushing his hands into a position Yugi knew they weren’t supposed to bend like. His body’s shaking, hot tears clinging to long eyelashes as he’s pulled away from the wall by his broken hands before getting slammed against it once more.
He didn’t know what had knocked him out, the numbing pain or the wood hitting the back of his head.
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A/N So @tmarie82 and I have this thing where I give her angst prompts that she turns fluffy and she gives me fluffy prompts that I turn into angst. Yes, we're twisted like that. The prompts I was given was “You're adorable and I can't believe I have you all to myself.” and “I guess time flies when you're with somebody you love.” I feel like I should warn you this is a bit dark, it does contain suggested violence (sexual and physical) so if you are under the age of 18 you are reading at your own risk. If you uncomfortable with this sort of topic, I respect that and understand that as I'm not comfortable reading this topic. Go figure, since I didn't have a problem writing it. I used to think that made me a bit of a hypocrite until another writer I admire a great deal told me ‘sometimes writing the things that torment us gives us the opportunity to take back control.’ I don’t think I will ever fully get over what happened to me in college but I must admit, it did feel good to take back control.
WARNING: THIS PIECE OF FICTION CONTAINS ASSAULT, both physical and sexual, as well as being held against will. If you are not comfortable with this sort of content, I fully respect that. I'm not comfortable with it either.
Characters: Emily/MC and Beau Han from The Freshman (generic Emily)
I chose not to tag anyone due to the content.
LAST WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ASSAULT, BOTH PHYSICAL AND IMPLIED SEXUAL
A sharp pain ricocheted through Emily's head as she tried to pry first one, and then the other, eye open. It was a futile task. The right eye was swollen shut and the left one was blinded by a beam of sunlight cutting through the ragged curtains hanging from a broken dirty window. She let out a small whimper as she tried to push herself into a sitting position. Every part of her ached especially her breasts and between her legs. She felt her lower lip start to tremble as she forced herself to spread her legs just enough to touch herself there. A sob caught in her throat. Her underwear was missing, her nether lips raw and dripping with cum. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she'd been raped. Involuntarily, her body curled into the fetal position. She brought her arms up, her palms hiding her face as she cried. As she lay there, on a dirty mattress in what looked to be an abandoned house, bits and pieces of the night before started coming back.
It was dark, probably too dark for her to be walking back to the apartment she shared with Zack but she was too tired and too stubborn to wait for her friend Zig to finish his shift at the coffee shop. Absentmindedly chewing her lower lip, she fit an ear bud into her right ear and scrolled through her play list until she found what she was looking for. Nothing like walking home on a warm spring night with Brittany Spears belting out suggestive lyrics about a girl named Amy. Humming along, she made her way across campus, grimacing when she seen the Alpha Theta Mu house. She'd been making a point to avoid the Alphas. There was just something strange about the way Nathan kept pushing her to 'investigate' Beau. Sure, Beau was a shady little shit who pulled cruel pranks but why did it have to be Emily who fished for incriminating evidence?If Beau's antics bothered Nathan so badly, why didn't Nathan man up and call his so called friend out? Oh. Right. Nathan didn't like getting his hands dirty. Emily rolled her eyes at the thought and stuck her tongue out at the Greek revival style house as she passed by.
“You're adorable,” a irritatingly familiar voice sneered from behind the shadow of a tree. Rolling her eyes again, Emily tried to ignore Beau as he fell in step beside her. “And I can't believe I have you all to myself>” His fingers curled around her upper arm, biting into her tanned skin. “We need to have a little talk.”
“Yeah, I don't think so,” Emily snapped, yanking her arm from his grasp. The last person she wanted to spend time with was Beau. Aside from all his sketchy behavior, he gave her the creeps. There was just something about the way he looked at her that made her uncomfortable He dug his fingers in deeper, a yelp escaping her lips. “What the fuck is your problem asshole? I said let go!”
“And I said we need to talk,” he snarled, winding his fist into her hair. He pulled the light brown ombre colored strands tight before using his grip to steer her off the sidewalk. She reached up, clawing at his wrist and screaming at him to let her go. Her cries echoed off the nearby Greenhouse. “Shut up,” Beau ordered. Emily struggled against him, screaming louder. “I said shut up!” He slammed her head against the side of the greenhouse. Blinding pain shot ricocheted through her head. She could feel her right eye starting to swell shut. From the corner of her left eye, she could make out the shadowy shape of an old brick house with worn Greek letters hanging askew and broken windows. Panic started to course through her. She dug her heels into the ground, begging him to let her go. “Not until we talk!”
He shoved her through the front door, the stench of mildew, rat droppings, and rotted wood filled her nostrils. She tripped over one of her laces, crying out as she stumbled forward. Only the tight grip Beau had on her hair kept her from hitting the cluttered floor. “Almost there,” he snickered, guiding her into what looked like a sitting room. It was empty of furniture, save an old sofa and a stained mattress that was laid out in front of the fireplace. Her heart started pounding, her breathes coming in short pants as they drew closer to the mattress. No, no, no! NO! She tried to turn on him, her claws drawn. He responded with a fist to the temple. Spots danced before her eyes as he shoved her on to the mattress. Her vision blurred, fading in and out. Before everything faded to black, she seen Beau hovering over her, his hands sliding under skirt...
Vomit filled her mouth. Rolling onto her knees, Emily heaved, the minute contents of her stomach splattering against the filthy riddled floor. She squeezed her one good eyes shut, screaming and crying as nightmarish image after nightmarish image rushed back. The memory that stood out the most was what he had said at the end. 'Huh. Its true. I guess time flies when you're with someone you love.' Love. There had been no love in what he had done to her. His actions had been fueled by hate and an entitled need to prove that he could do whatever he wanted. And...he had. He'd taken what he wanted, he'd shown her that he was the one with all the power and that no matter how much she screamed, no one was going to listen or help her.
Sucking in large gulps of air, Emily forced herself to stand. In a cracked mirror over the fireplace a shattered girl with empty green eyes and matted hair stared back at her. She forced herself to look away. That wasn't her, she told herself as she limped towards the door. That was the girl Beau wanted in her place. A broken girl with no voice. It might be hoarse, it might fall on deaf ears, but Emily had a voice and she would use it until someone listened. She curled her fingers around the door knob, determined to put as much distance between herself and the pig sty Beau had brought her to. It didn't budge. She tried again. It still wouldn't budge. And that was when she seen it. The note tapped to the middle of the door. She let out a strangled sob that turned into a scream as she read: 'See you later my love...'
I haven't really got a lot of people to talk to about this. I'm scared. -drunk scared and confused anon
This is going to sound harsh but, go to the police. They will help, if not go to planned parenthood. They will most certainly help. I’m so sorry for all that you are going through. This will not become you, I promise.
