You've been called sheltered, an introvert. You're the kind of girl who does her socializing on the Internet, and never shows her face. Or even admits she's a girl. Even to your favorite Internet friends, IncelTears. Is it a little extreme to not like going outside or talking to people in person? Maybe. But ever since you moved to this city you keep getting raped. Or molested, or otherwise sexually preyed upon.
You were born in a small town, you know nothing about the big city. Is this what happens in big cities? You've heard that people get mugged so often in the big city that people just put up with it. It's no big deal. Are sexual assaults like muggings? Because you've run into a lot of sexual assault in the very short time you've been here. Strangers on the bus, they touch you, rub you, grope you, thrust into you, and no one stops them. Groups of people stalk you on the streets and into elevators. Spy cameras follow you into public restrooms. Even the police keep stopping to frisk up your skirt and under your clothes. It's like the whole world is out to destroy you. You don't have a friend in the world. All of the boys at school try to force themselves on you. And all of the girls at school hate you. Because their boyfriends and husbands keep cheating on them with you. You feel bad that nobody wants to fuck them anymore and everyone only wants to fuck you, but why is it your fault all the boys like you better?
Thankfully most of your classes have been changed so that you can take them online, from home. But today is one of the rare days you have to go to campus. You get dressed. Your baby birthing hips have ballooned out even further, you're getting bigger every day. Pants won't work today. The only thing you have in a pinch is a wrap-around skirt. People will be taking creep shots. You tie it on, it just barely has enough slack to reliably hold. You put on a pair of boots that will cover your legs. At the bus stop this morning you meet a guy claiming to be a photographer. He wants to take pictures of you. You're not interested in taking pictures, but you're afraid of this man. So when he offers you a business card, you take it as a courtesy. He must get off on showing people shocking and disgusting pictures, because his business card has a picture of a man spreading his butthole! You wince audibly. Seeing your distress must've sent him over the edge, because he lunges at you. You are raped on a busy street, and no one gets out to save you. You assume that's just how things work in the big city. But you have his business card so you'll stop by the police station later. That's the one upside to all these assaults you suffer through. There have been so many arrests made against against your attackers, the ones that could be tracked down, that you have a close relationship with the city police. They seem eager to help, but that's probably fueled by their deeper eagerness to have sex with you. Again, these are the same officers who stop you on the street to grope you.
You get to campus early enough that no one's around to stalk you. You have a proctored exam today in Video Art 1. You walk into class and no one's there. You were hoping Mr. Demers would be here. Most of your professors seem weird and distant. But he seems like one of the few men you can trust at this school, period.
On his desk you see his laptop. So he's here, but not in the room right now. Hmmm. His class is kinda hard though. Truth be told you're worried you might not do very well on this exam without some help. If you could just know a few answers ahead of time that might be enough to carry you. Maybe he has some on his screen? What could he have been working on before the exam starts? You silently hope Mr. Demers forgives you, and you check his laptop screen. And you see this...
You are hurt, you are afraid, you are angry. You loved Mr. Demers. Almost as much as you love your dad. And to see that he posted these horrible things? He said you were dumb? You poured your heart into every assignment! Because you felt like you were making him proud! Because he TOLD you how proud he was! You developed a crippling caffeine pill addiction from all the cramming you've done just for the pride of being his joy to have in class! Even after you switched to online, things seemed to be going so well, but it's staggering how far he is from what you believed. He wants to prey on you. Like the boys. The first teacher, as far as you know, to want to do this. And the cherry on top? He's posting on Looksmax! They don't really post screenshots of this particular site on IncelTears site, but you've heard it mentioned in passing. This is a side forum to that one incel site! You might've known. From all the rapey screenshots from the incel site you've seen, this is exactly the kind of forum he and so many other men in this city probably use.
But you know what? Know you know that Mr. Demers posts on Looksmax. And is talking about trying to have sex with you. There's gotta be someone you can tell on him to. Some female authority figure whose marriage you haven't broken up, maybe? What do you do? What can you do?
You were born in a small town, you know nothing about the big city. Is this what happens in big cities? You've heard that people get mugged so often in the big city that people just put up with it. It's no big deal. Are sexual assaults like muggings? Because you've run into a lot of sexual assault in the very short time you've been here. Strangers on the bus, they touch you, rub you, grope you, thrust into you, and no one stops them. Groups of people stalk you on the streets and into elevators. Spy cameras follow you into public restrooms. Even the police keep stopping to frisk up your skirt and under your clothes. It's like the whole world is out to destroy you. You don't have a friend in the world. All of the boys at school try to force themselves on you. And all of the girls at school hate you. Because their boyfriends and husbands keep cheating on them with you. You feel bad that nobody wants to fuck them anymore and everyone only wants to fuck you, but why is it your fault all the boys like you better?
Thankfully most of your classes have been changed so that you can take them online, from home. But today is one of the rare days you have to go to campus. You get dressed. Your baby birthing hips have ballooned out even further, you're getting bigger every day. Pants won't work today. The only thing you have in a pinch is a wrap-around skirt. People will be taking creep shots. You tie it on, it just barely has enough slack to reliably hold. You put on a pair of boots that will cover your legs. At the bus stop this morning you meet a guy claiming to be a photographer. He wants to take pictures of you. You're not interested in taking pictures, but you're afraid of this man. So when he offers you a business card, you take it as a courtesy. He must get off on showing people shocking and disgusting pictures, because his business card has a picture of a man spreading his butthole! You wince audibly. Seeing your distress must've sent him over the edge, because he lunges at you. You are raped on a busy street, and no one gets out to save you. You assume that's just how things work in the big city. But you have his business card so you'll stop by the police station later. That's the one upside to all these assaults you suffer through. There have been so many arrests made against against your attackers, the ones that could be tracked down, that you have a close relationship with the city police. They seem eager to help, but that's probably fueled by their deeper eagerness to have sex with you. Again, these are the same officers who stop you on the street to grope you.
You get to campus early enough that no one's around to stalk you. You have a proctored exam today in Video Art 1. You walk into class and no one's there. You were hoping Mr. Demers would be here. Most of your professors seem weird and distant. But he seems like one of the few men you can trust at this school, period.
On his desk you see his laptop. So he's here, but not in the room right now. Hmmm. His class is kinda hard though. Truth be told you're worried you might not do very well on this exam without some help. If you could just know a few answers ahead of time that might be enough to carry you. Maybe he has some on his screen? What could he have been working on before the exam starts? You silently hope Mr. Demers forgives you, and you check his laptop screen. And you see this...
You are hurt, you are afraid, you are angry. You loved Mr. Demers. Almost as much as you love your dad. And to see that he posted these horrible things? He said you were dumb? You poured your heart into every assignment! Because you felt like you were making him proud! Because he TOLD you how proud he was! You developed a crippling caffeine pill addiction from all the cramming you've done just for the pride of being his joy to have in class! Even after you switched to online, things seemed to be going so well, but it's staggering how far he is from what you believed. He wants to prey on you. Like the boys. The first teacher, as far as you know, to want to do this. And the cherry on top? He's posting on Looksmax! They don't really post screenshots of this particular site on IncelTears site, but you've heard it mentioned in passing. This is a side forum to that one incel site! You might've known. From all the rapey screenshots from the incel site you've seen, this is exactly the kind of forum he and so many other men in this city probably use.
But you know what? Know you know that Mr. Demers posts on Looksmax. And is talking about trying to have sex with you. There's gotta be someone you can tell on him to. Some female authority figure whose marriage you haven't broken up, maybe? What do you do? What can you do?
