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Describe RAPE in your best prose

>> No.19815418
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The most splendid prose is the living deed

>> No.19815428

>>19815418
Fpbp

>> No.19815438

>something something something and I raped her. The only time I've found it necessary, by the way. It has its points, but I prefer a willing woman.
t. flashman

>> No.19815459

I jammed my big fuckin peckah in her duncehole when her father weren't looking, but that meddling older sister of hers, Angela, (God bless her, she just started walking), and she came in and started spreading allegations saying "Oh Paul, get that out from in-between the bars of the crib!" and I heard something come barreling up the stairs

>> No.19815796

>>19815384
The man had sex with the girl, even though she didn't wanna

>> No.19815824

This weird short guy looked at me in algebra class

>> No.19815897

The powers that be create subservience. There’s nothing they hate more then being gods and receiving no praise. My revolt was their murder. My prize was a freedom from subservience.
The powers that be made me. I made me free.
From the freedom, the gods are threatened where they are brave enough to breath. Their death will be at my hands if they’re not clever enough. My grip is strong, my punch is meek, my revolver is not.
I’m always on high alert. Tensed because of what ifs. But they won’t win.
I look over my shoulders. Always count my bullets. Because they won’t win.
I know when I can go out and I know where they hide. I know who to suspect. If I keep my defense up, they can’t win.
All men are assholes. Never give more than you need. Show love to those that need it and I know who needs love.
They won’t get me. They will die next time. If you see them, let them know. They don’t hunt me anymore.

>> No.19815917

>>19815384
The penis compromised her bodily autonomy, the baby growing as a result therefrom being a testament to her failure. She contemplated her choices, but in the end the penis seemed to win out among her thoughts. She was in love.

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