Raped
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Thompson Lavigne
Petit Lapin
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Thompson Lavigne
Come out come out wherever you are...?
The little girl hiding behind the closet presses her palm even more strongly against her lips as soon as she hear his voice.
Idris Toussaint
*chanting to heavens* Please god... Save me.
Thompson Lavigne
Are you hiding under the bed or behind the closet, fille?
Idris holds her breath even more strongly, tears of helplessness and fear making her squirm
She was praying continuously. If only the heavens were to favour her tonight.
It wasn't a second later when the man, more than double her age, pulled open the closet and found her hiding under the clothes, curled up shaking in fear with tears wetting her cheeks.
Thompson Lavigne
Gotch'ya!
Idris Toussaint
Please... Let me go!
Idris begged him meekly. The sixteen year old girl never thought that she would actually face something this horrible at such a young age.
Working the night shifts in a high end bar owned by her girlfriend's father, she was only trying to make money for her college.
Although, she was under-aged to be working in a place like this, she was still doing it only so she could make enough money for school.
With both her parents dying in a car accident and bank sealing all their properties, she was left with no family but only a brother who just made enough money so he could fund only one of the two's education.
She knew working here could be dangerous and was illegal for her age, but she didn't want her brother to quit school for her.
It has been fine working here since last seven months until tonight when fate got her to be working extra hours all alone with her only customer who turned out to have his vicious eyes on her.
Idris Toussaint
What do you want from me?!
In response, Thompson grabbed onto her wrist strongly and pulled her out of the closet, dashing her petite frame against one of the coffee table.
Thompson Lavigne
You'll know soon, what I want, fille.
Before Idris could think of doing something, her skirt was ripped within seconds and she heard him unzipping himself
Before she could move and struggle from there, a sharp pain wrecked everything for her.
Thompson Lavigne
Ahh. Yeah. Oh. Mhh. *cursed* It's been long since I've had a ****** girl under me.
Thompson Lavigne
Ahh.
Yes.
Mmh.
Fúck.
Within moments, she was shattered like never before.
Reporters
We are covering live from Wallflower street, this high end bar owned by none other than the Blanchett's where a sixteen year old girl, an underage was working illegally late at night and was raped last night.
The next morning, before Idris could gain back her senses the entire media and police sirens were all that she could hear.
She tried to collect herself up and look around herself to find herself inside an ambulance going through some first aid
All she could think of was last night and the shooting pain that she felt surging through her abdomen.
Reporters
What are the authorities to say? Can they give answers to why a child working inside a bar all alone late at night was never noticed?
Reporters
Why something like this happened? Can anyone take responsibility for that little girl?
Hearing all that was going on outside the van and she knew she was in big trouble. Not only did she let down her friend, the Blanchett's bar was also going to be shut down because of her.
She immediately knew that she had to get out of here, and hence she pulled out the needles attached to her body and got up, trying to walk her way out
But as soon as she stepped out of the van, the media reporters all encircled her, showing her face on the television.
Reporters
This is the girl who was raped last night, Idris Toussaint, is it?
The reporters started questioning her inappropriately, throwing insensitive questions her way
Reporters
What happened last night? Who was the man who raped you? How many men were there? Do you know them?
Reporters
Tell us the entire story.
Idris's eyes dwelled up listening to the reporters and her questions. Her heart ached looking at the cameras that were capturing her and showing her on television screens branding her "A Raped Girl"
Her mind went blank with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Reporters
Answer us Miss Idris. Who raped you? How were you raped? Where did they touch you?!
It was the limit that she had now and before the media people could all crush her under themselves, she pulled herself together and pushed her way through with all her might, hiding her face inside her palms, she ran away from the crowd.
Comments
Author, you are so good at writing!! And this story is so good and interesting!! Keep up the good work!!
2022-01-18
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