Chapter 16: Toxic Masculinity

I suddenly see them moving towards my wife and start running. Thankfully, I reach my wife first. I grab her arm and try to drag her.

“No”, she says without opening her eyes.

“Pia, Pia ... they are coming here”, I tell her urgently. She opens her eyes and looks in the direction I am terrifyingly pointing.

Ramesh and his gang are moving towards her. She sees them and turns to me.

“Oh, now you are worried? When you know they won’t be able to do anything?’ she says with anger. “Go back and let me dance”, she says calmly. I notice her nipples have suddenly hardened again.

They are here.

“Let’s dance” Ramesh offers with a raised hand. He has switched to the normal voice. His gang has surrounded us.

My wife rolls her eyes and turns her back to him and starts dancing. Ramesh wraps his hand just below her breasts from the back and pulls her onto him.

“Come on! Till when are you going to be angry?” He asks like he didn’t try to rape her a few minutes ago.

My wife pushes his hand away and turns to face him. “You tried to rape me!” She exclaims angrily but not as angry as she should be. It’s more like he forgot to clean the plates.

“Rape! Come on!” He laughs and then continues with a smile, “If I had just shoved my cock into that wet cunt you would have begged me to fuck you harder”

My wife gives him a cold stare and turns her back again.

He grabs her again from the back and pulls her into him.

“Is everything okay?”, someone asks. I didn’t realize when a bouncer had come near us.

“Yes, everything is okay”, Ramesh growls without letting go of my wife. His rape voice is back.

The bouncer ignores him and looks directly at my wife and asks her, “Is everything okay?”

“He is forcing himself on her”, I say. The bouncer ignores me as well.

My wife turns her head to look at Ramesh for a few moments and then just nods at the bouncer.

Why would she do this?

The bouncer leaves. Ramesh growls “motherfucker” under his breath.

My wife pushes his hands again and turns to face him.

“You guys tried to rape me and they...” My wife starts to say but Ramesh interrupts.

“First of all, stop calling it rape, you let tens of people suck your cleavage while I grabbed your pussy. You were leaking like a fountain and then you came like a firehose...” he says angrily, still with a little bit of his rape voice. “ ... Now let it go!” He demands as he wraps his hand around my wife’s waist and pulls her onto himself.

Thankfully my wife’s hand which, she is using to cover her pussy, acts as a buffer between him and her.

I had my suspicions before but I am confident now, these guys are not sorry at all, they are just attempting again. Even then Ramesh is not apologizing.

My wife doesn’t resist him pulling her or wrapping his hand around her. “I can’t stop my body from reacting. It is not in my control” she says defensively, like she did something wrong, instead of being angry.