The Rape Of The Mind Novels & Stories

He was wearing dark wash jeans and a white t-shirt with dark blue on the sleeve and around the neck area with matching sneakers. His blonde hair was falling in his bright green eyes as the water dripped down his face. His t-shirt was sticking onto him from the wetness and he had goosebumps running up and down his arms. "You're cold," I said walking over to him and started rubbing his arms to help get some warmth in there. I closed my eyes and pictured Daniel smiling at me again. I couldn't stop him from randomly invading my mind, I was devastated. I felt Leander's finger wipe the tear away from my face and suddenly my knees buckled into his arms once more.

Semana is still away… He repeats the scene in his head: The pale slim woman screaming her heart out as he tried to straddle her half-naked body… him maneuvering his large throbbing 8-incher into her mouth… And seeing someone else in her place which was making him all the more hot and randy… Lyra, that’s who I saw. Not Tina, the interviewee… Lyra, my favorite professor… He sighs deeply, his hands moving to cover his face. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be respecting her, honoring her, putting her up on a fucking pedestal for being such a lovely, intelligent, and strong woman! Instead… I’m raping her in my mind! Over and over again, in different scenarios too? And FUCKING LOVING IT?

“Hand it over, or there will be consequences.” The words sent a chill down my spine. Images of my brutal rape flooded my mind—his hands on me, the pain, the helplessness. My whole body shuddered, my mind screaming at me to drop the gun and beg for his forgiveness, to do whatever it took to protect my unborn children from his wrath. I took a shaky step towards him, my arm lowering as I prepared to surrender. “No!” Nila’s voice roared in my mind, snapping me out of my daze. “Don’t take another step! Are you going to let him control you again?”

"He's a distant relative, and life was hard on him, so we gave him a job. We thought we'd give him a chance to raise his family, but greed got to him, and he tried to break Charlie and Sophia up. "He knows Charlie and Sophia have no kids, but they're too deep in love, so a homewrecker wouldn't work. He made up a story about Charlie's illegitimate daughter and subjected her to cosmetic surgery since she was barely a toddler. They made sure she ended up looking like Charlie." I couldn't believe that was the truth. All it took was some distant relative's deception and an outsider's lies, and our relationship crumbled. Sophia and I bought the story like some dumb damsels.

It was like my hand had a mind of its own. I rolled her rose bud nipple between my fingers. I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I…. fuck. She is projecting again, this time lust. I tore myself away. It physically hurt when I let go of her but I would NOT let this happen. It sums up to rape anyway you look at it. I dashed from the room and into the bathroom. No Dane, this isn’t fucking happening! I shoved him to the back of my mind.

Marcie became numb to the hurt. The bruises faded and returned in different places, blooming like cruel flowers beneath her skin. Her body carried silent evidence of a life she could not name out loud. Her reflection became something she avoided, because mirrors told the truth too plainly. But it wasn’t only her body that suffered. It was her mind. Her spirit. The woman she used to be. But other than that, Rafael grew worse. His fear that she might run only sharpened him, made him colder and relentless. He watched her constantly, as though her very existence was a threat. His affection became suffocating, his sweetness a mask that could slip at any second.

I don't want to hear this anymore! Sophie stared at me in disbelief. "Why? That's impossible! How did you get my brainwave data?" Sage piped up, "Because I designed that chip system. I planted a counter-control program in the chip inside your head. Everything you saw was what we wanted you to see. "Those foreign specialists you hired stole my research. I've already called the cops, and they've been arrested."

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

“You have blood on your nose. Just wipe it. It’s quite disturbing.” Coach Mark had just walked out on them, leaving the house in uneasy silence. Khali’s gaze shifted between Brady and Rye, who fixed their eyes on her. Brady gingerly dabbed at the crimson splotch on the bridge of her nose. Khali, Rye, and Brady had found a splendid abode to rest their weary bodies. The coach bestowed upon them an additional quilt, allowing the two gentlemen to slumber on the floor while Khali luxuriated in the bed. The throbbing ache in Khali’s head persisted, a constant reminder of her trauma. She believed that altering Coach Mark’s perspective was an impossible feat. Fortuitously, he proves to be quite plia

They’d all try to get to me, to … to rape me. I don’t care if I’d be in a crazy state of lust from the heat; I would still call it rape. I don’t want to have sex with anyone… well, anyone that isn’t Alec. The thought of someone or worse of Ignazio raping me during my heat churned my stomach and made me want to cry. I’d kill myself. I’d kill myself rather than live with that memory or, worse, the product of it.