As I was walking down the bustling streets of the city to get to my office, I came across an alleyway. The alleys in this area are known for being a place for gang meetings and fights, smuggling, stealing, and the worst of all, rape. Slowly walking across it I heard whimpering, I turned to see a girl with a cloth covering her mouth and her hands chained together with cuffs and dull blue eyes filled with terror and fear. The clothes that look like were on her were now ripped off of her, only her neck collar remains. Attached to her collar was a chain leash and the most horrifying thing was that a man has entered her petite body. Frozen in shock, I stood there watching as the man was pumping into her, moaning in pleasure and dominance while she was whimpering in pain and unwillingness. I saw him hit her with a whip several times, each time she tried to move away from him and each time his hand that was forcefully tangled in her wild blond hair, yanked her back. I stood there frozen for a minute watching the cruel act unravel when I felt a hand run up and down my inner thigh, and an alcoholic voice behind me said, "what's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Obviously, I was creeped out but I can't let him win or I might end up like that girl in the alley in front of me, or worse, pregnant with a stranger's child. So I rebuffed him by straightening my coat and turning around sharply, stating, "this 'pretty little girl' has a job, a husband, a family, and an authority above you. So before I get the police on your tail, I would deeply appreciate if you would let go of me." He stood there stunned for a minute before he tried to get me under. Again. "Ya know, speaking like that could get ya in real troble." he slurred. Oh god, how drunk is he? "Sorry I didn't realize, this is how my body naturally reacts around morons like yourself." It took him few a good few minutes to realize what I said and took that as an advantage to escape, pull his chest closer and than suddenly pushed him with all might which is a lot cause before the typewriter I was a housewife and walked up and down the rickety steps to the 5th floor of my 6 floor apartment building with 10 pound buckets filled with water 7 months pregnant and two 4 year olds running around my feet the entire time. I learned how type because my husband was slowly losing money and so I took matters into my own hands and learned to type from the neighbor ladies, after that I hunted for a job, and I found one, and that was to be a writer for Puck and I signed up for it and got it just a few days ago. That's where I was trying to get to but some stupid horny men couldn't keep it in their pants. My mind drifted back to the gagged girl and couldn't help but have pity for her. No one deserved what she got. And as a writer of the Puck magazine I could something rather than nothing. After walking into the building I was met with a shrill, "MS. SAPIL, WHY ARE YOU SO LATE?" And with my usual calm self, I replied, "I'm sorry sir have you not had your tea today because Ryan is walking in with a wine bottle now and your not yelling at him." he reeled back instantly and shot daggers at Ryan. "OI! MR. BARMINGTOR-oh why do I bother-RYAN! GET OVER HERE!" he screeched from his office. Ryan and I were very close, like brothers and sisters he was also the head of the art team so I would need to talk to him if I wanted--what do they call it? Oh right--reform. Yes I know reform is a strong word but that's really what I want now. "Hey ryan, um when I came here I saw a girl um getting raped--" At the mention of that his eyes widened and and he finished it with, "--and you want the team to make something for the month? Sure I'll do whatever I can. My little sister got raped a few months ago too. I promised her that I would try to help in some way shape or form and now I can." "Thanks Ry." I walked into my office and got to the typewriter, hmmm what should I do for this? I thought about how rape is dragging women down. Hmmm dragging women down... i got an idea and excitedly grab a piece of paper to write "ryan, tell the team to draw an unnourished woman with a huge swollen stomach, and on the stomach write 'a rape child' and on her foot she will be bounded with cuff and a ball thingy, on the ball would be 'no choice in it' - Trixx S."

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