Vorfinia
Always the Fear
There has been one memory that has never left my mind. From
six years back now maybe a bit more. It fades from time to
time but he still haunts my nightmares in fever dreams.
Closing my eyes I still can see the image of my rapist.
Still taste the defeat and the salty tears. Still
feel the calloused hands rough over my flesh, or even gentle
which was worse, as if he would ever offer pleasure.
Still smell the scent of leather, sweat, and man, too
strong much too strong on this one.
He said, he would make sure and fill my belly with a human
child, to help breed out the pure blood elves. He said he
would do it over and over, and if it was not his seed it
would be the three peasant men that he had come next. He
promised he would teach his son to rape his Mother just like
he did.
shudders
He said too much out of those snarling lips. The chains he
wielded I gave back to him in his own sparring dance. I
thought I had him. But he was stronger than I was, then.
I remember the chains about my feet when I came to, lifting
me high into the air. The table felt just under my shoulders and mid back. My arms drawn up and tightly locked within chains.
Too tight to move more than six inches and never did he come in range. Nor did the others as they grapsed my thighs and pulled me to thier loins.
They stood in the same spot, one after another til all four
had spilled their seed deep inside me.
cringing as she writes her memories down.
His hands and his words were the most cruel and he taunted
even as his cohorts plundered my tightness. Men some much bigger than an elf should accomadate rutting and grunting betwixt my thighs. Unable to stop them, unable to stop any of them.....
My fear has a name, though it is not my only fear it is one
of my greatest.
Scourge