Rape Stories

We don't know her name, we haven't a clue who he is. A woman wakes in a dark place, to a living nightmare, as chiseled in stone man has his way with her. With a bump on her head, her clothing stripped from her body, she waits. The fear holds her where she is, alone in the dark. She hasn't a clue what comes next.

The new boy at school wasn't interested in making friends

Arizona is at it again, this time with a Russian heiress. Has she chewed off more than she can chew?

The bride beeing prepared for the wedding at the church. The ex-girlfriend has something against this wedding and wants revenge

A quick story wherein Samantha goes to the beach and ends up getting raped.

I am what many people would call a “creepy guy”. I know this, because they’ve said it to my face. Many times. All through high school. Then college. Then, in many job interviews. It was quite literally what qualified me for my current job. “Yeah, to be honest, we’re hiring you ‘cause we think your creepy-ass face will scare the kids away,” the jackass said to me. I would’ve ripped him a new one if I didn’t need the work. I work the literal graveyard shift.

At 17 I was arrested on trumped-up charges and thrown into the gang section of the Washington, DC Juvenile Hall where I was raped repeatedly.