'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♱
' The dance along the artery The circulation of the lymph Are figured in the drift of stars Ascend to summer in the tree We move above the moving tree In light upon the figured leaf And hear upon the sodden floor Below, the boarhound and the boar Pursue their pattern as before But reconciled among the stars.'
CW: this chapter involves sexual violence, attempted coercion and blood.
I am basing this off my own experience, and though I will try to make it less graphic, it will still be a heavy topic to read.
I would like to add that when reading FanFiction, there are a lot of books that include what I find to be very inconsiderately-written plotlines where their characters are assaulted. Often, they are 'saved' by a love interest or entirely skip over the effects that something like this has on a person.
I hate that so much, and as someone who has been assaulted, it disgust me that this could ever be written so lightly. I'm sorry to anyone who has ever had to go through this, and if you ever need someone to talk to, my messages are always open. No one should ever have to feel alone or that they can't speak to anyone when dealing with something like this.
Katie flicked a lazy hand to the door, her platinum bangles shifting and rattling as she did so. The bangles glinted under the dim evening lights, seeping in through the window and appearing bright against her sandy complexion. Her outfit was a deep blue halter dress, adorned with hundreds of tiny sequins that perfectly flattered her angular physique.
"Allie, stop fucking around with your outfit! You look gorgeous, " Katie grinned, turning around and watching as Alicia tugged at the ends of her short, floral dress.
"It's far too short!"
"But that's my dress— " Hera interjected before stopping herself, not wanting to delay their arrival any longer.
"My point, exactly... " Alicia sighed, "Look, I'm not saying that 'cause I'm a prude or anything, my legs are just longer; you could probably see right up my arse!"
