The dinner went, okay at best. Mark kept pushing and overstepping boundaries and no longer had the excuse of being drunk, he kept insisting she get out of the chair, claiming she didn't "look disabled" or that if she really wanted to she could sit in his lap. She was disgusted, beyond disgusted. Obviously she declined, making him feel her thighs happily "so fat... It's hot..." She whimpers and tries to push away his hand.
Matt growls "Mark we talked about this she obviously isn't comfo-" he was cut off by Evangeline's lips, obviously. Knowing what was coming Ashely hides her face.
Mark growls and grabs her jaw roughly "I just want a kiss... Come on, I know you've never been kissed before don't you just want one?" He asks trying to sound polite. She shakes her head as he leans in.
Brahms couldn't stop himself, he slams his shoulder against the wall trying to break through. Mark looks up from her lips
"huh? Is someone else here?" He keeps banging himself against the wall until he breaks through...
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FanfictionAshley, a sufferer of brittle bone syndrome, suffering abuse from her sister she is taken with her randomly to a house to baby sit.... A doll? A more explicit version is on AO3 if you want that
