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[NSFW] LET'S WRITE... (RAPE)
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CloseThe Let's Write... series will be based on exploring themes most people don't write - whether because there's a stigma for writing that theme or it's just something people are uncomfortable about writing.
This thread will be a safe area for people to experiment with darker themes and express themselves with writing that they usually might not.
Note that there will probably be content in this thread that is not safe for work environs. Reports of such will be ignored.
That is, there's going to be dark shit going down and if anyone complains about the content of the work within this thread I will laugh and remove your comment. You have been warned. I am not going to police written pieces. Be as dark (or not) as you like, it's all about exploring and feeling safe to do so.
The ONLY rule is that if you do touch on extremes, to please bold a tag at the top of your post so that people know to skip it. That's it. If it gets too excessive or explicit I might edit a piece to be in hide tags but that's as far as I'll go - any writing is welcome as long as it hits the theme of the topic.
Prompts
Note that you can choose to do all, one or none of the prompts. As long as there's a written piece on the theme it'll count. You have two weeks.
This thread will be a safe area for people to experiment with darker themes and express themselves with writing that they usually might not.
Note that there will probably be content in this thread that is not safe for work environs. Reports of such will be ignored.
That is, there's going to be dark shit going down and if anyone complains about the content of the work within this thread I will laugh and remove your comment. You have been warned. I am not going to police written pieces. Be as dark (or not) as you like, it's all about exploring and feeling safe to do so.
The ONLY rule is that if you do touch on extremes, to please bold a tag at the top of your post so that people know to skip it. That's it. If it gets too excessive or explicit I might edit a piece to be in hide tags but that's as far as I'll go - any writing is welcome as long as it hits the theme of the topic.
Rape
Prompts
- Mind Break
- Metaphysical
- Power
- Pleasure and Pain
Note that you can choose to do all, one or none of the prompts. As long as there's a written piece on the theme it'll count. You have two weeks.
LightningLord2
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Is it also okay to use this thread for discussing the topic in the context of using it within a narrative?
This is my entry. It was hard to put down on text...
The anticipation leading up to this moment could not be the sum of my experience. Instead, it was taken from me. All the joy and pleasure I had expected was washed away in a bitter instant.
Wrestled to the couch, the years of musty hunger crawled over me. Despite all my resistance, I wanted this. Despite my writhing agony, I wanted it so bad. But no... No, I must resist!
Too late. Plunged deep into my crevice, the unsavoury thing crept. It was cold and unfeeling, not at all what I had hoped. There was no love here.
Once the money was paid, there was simply no turning back... Fight as I may, this is what I get. It's not what I want.
When the time flies, I find It is finished. Spent, and pathetic. How long had it lasted? There is no way to tell. My mind has gone numb. After the fruitless attempts to stay this intrusion of my feelings, I found myself hopelessly at the mercy of this... Thing.
Now that it is over, all I can do is reflect blankly. What I fantasied about as a child, was so laughable now. As if that fluffy dream could come true. It was a frilly idea that was simply tossed aside by this disposable memory. Yet, I shall never forget it. I will never get back my innocence, nor recapture that dream.
It's all over now. I feel like I need a shower. Long, cold and sterile.
Please, if there is mercy in the universe... Allow me to forget. Allow me to never remember. Strike this from the record!
God, leave my fantasies unchanged... Leave my cherished ideals untainted!
Please, Lord... Let me forget this Final Fantasy VII Remake.
The anticipation leading up to this moment could not be the sum of my experience. Instead, it was taken from me. All the joy and pleasure I had expected was washed away in a bitter instant.
Wrestled to the couch, the years of musty hunger crawled over me. Despite all my resistance, I wanted this. Despite my writhing agony, I wanted it so bad. But no... No, I must resist!
Too late. Plunged deep into my crevice, the unsavoury thing crept. It was cold and unfeeling, not at all what I had hoped. There was no love here.
Once the money was paid, there was simply no turning back... Fight as I may, this is what I get. It's not what I want.
When the time flies, I find It is finished. Spent, and pathetic. How long had it lasted? There is no way to tell. My mind has gone numb. After the fruitless attempts to stay this intrusion of my feelings, I found myself hopelessly at the mercy of this... Thing.
Now that it is over, all I can do is reflect blankly. What I fantasied about as a child, was so laughable now. As if that fluffy dream could come true. It was a frilly idea that was simply tossed aside by this disposable memory. Yet, I shall never forget it. I will never get back my innocence, nor recapture that dream.
It's all over now. I feel like I need a shower. Long, cold and sterile.
Please, if there is mercy in the universe... Allow me to forget. Allow me to never remember. Strike this from the record!
God, leave my fantasies unchanged... Leave my cherished ideals untainted!
Please, Lord... Let me forget this Final Fantasy VII Remake.
Corfaisus
"It's frustrating because - as much as Corf is otherwise an irredeemable person - his 2k/3 mapping is on point." ~ psy_wombats
7874
You come up to me gently
and lay your hands on my sides.
I then find myself, back to the floor
restricted by your madness.
You may say it's just a silly game
when you throw yourself on me
and start touching me against my will.
But I'm not laughing...
When you pin me down
and I can't get away;
fight or flight
running overdrive.
If I fight you,
you'll beat me.
If I run away,
you'll catch me.
You call it tickling;
I call it torture.
It's painful and overbearing.
why would you do this to me?
I thought I could trust you...
Just stay there;
there's nothing you can do;
it'll all be over soon.
I don't want to be here.
Your fingers in my sides
are like a knife's dull edge.
Your knees in my waist,
an unshakable vice.
Please stop, I cry;
yet you persist.
I squirm and push away.
Don't touch me!
My back is to the carpet,
your face blocks out the light.
Pushing away causes pain;
remaining still does, too.
Your fingertips become friction burns.
After your sadistic pleasure subsides
you stare blankly into my soul.
I back up slowly, crying.
You stand between me and escape.
Even now you're pinning me down.
Please leave me alone, just go away.
But I know the damage has already been done,
and nobody else will listen.
and lay your hands on my sides.
I then find myself, back to the floor
restricted by your madness.
You may say it's just a silly game
when you throw yourself on me
and start touching me against my will.
But I'm not laughing...
When you pin me down
and I can't get away;
fight or flight
running overdrive.
If I fight you,
you'll beat me.
If I run away,
you'll catch me.
You call it tickling;
I call it torture.
It's painful and overbearing.
why would you do this to me?
I thought I could trust you...
Just stay there;
there's nothing you can do;
it'll all be over soon.
I don't want to be here.
Your fingers in my sides
are like a knife's dull edge.
Your knees in my waist,
an unshakable vice.
Please stop, I cry;
yet you persist.
I squirm and push away.
Don't touch me!
My back is to the carpet,
your face blocks out the light.
Pushing away causes pain;
remaining still does, too.
Your fingertips become friction burns.
After your sadistic pleasure subsides
you stare blankly into my soul.
I back up slowly, crying.
You stand between me and escape.
Even now you're pinning me down.
Please leave me alone, just go away.
But I know the damage has already been done,
and nobody else will listen.
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