The Rape Of The Mind Novels & Stories

I sighed, not sure what other reason there was. “Or because your mother has some serious mental issues. I don’t care how many men she had or hadn’t been with before marrying her husband. I don’t care if the male was the most attractive man on earth. Nothing excuses rape. Nothing rationalizes it. Rapists are sick individuals who take pleasure in hurting others.” John interjected his words as harsh as his voice. Khalid narrowed his eyes, and I think for a moment he wanted to argue, but soon he sighed and just hung his head. No argument can make what happened sound better.

They repeatedly think about those terrible moments, and they break down mentally," Stanley explained to them. "Stanley, my wife is not a rape victim," Duke spoke immediately. When Stanley said Lelia was a rape victim, Duke regained consciousness. He immediately protested. "I am well aware of it, Duke. But Lelia thinks she was raped. It is set in her mind that she was raped. She now thinks of herself as a rape victim. Lelia tried her best to save herself from Liam until she fainted. When she closed her eyes, she saw Liam forcing himself on her. And there was no one there to save her, so she mentally accepted that her honour had been violated.

"I was wrong! I was so, so wrong! Please, forgive me!" I looked down at the man I had once admired, now groveling at my feet. "Let go," my voice was ice. "No! I won't!" he clung tighter. "I'm nothing without you! The old fools at the Alliance have lost their minds, they're going to strip me of everything!" "You deserve it." I tried to pull my leg away, but his grip was like iron. "I know I messed up!" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "But you can't just watch them destroy me! We're mates! You can't abandon me!"

But that was okay, not until Danny died. Because of me. That’s what they say. Instead of reminiscing those painful memories, I decided to sleep my exhaustion away. It didn’t take me minutes to fall asleep. “You’re the reason why all of these things happened!” “You are truly bad luck!” “You don’t deserve to live!” “You’re a monster!” “She died because of you!” I woke up sweating all over and breathing heavily. Where does that came from? Why am I hearing voices? Are they real? Or it’s just a dream?

Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it. I clicked on the description of the book and read it: Rape is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone be it female or male, many think it is only females that becomes victim of rape but the story of Luciano shows males are also victims. Luciano was raped as a teenager and his past made him to hate women. How did the rape happen? Who was behind it? Will he ever let go of his past? Find the answers inside this book.

Mitsuhide prompted as things began to swirl in his head. “Well, rape by itself is something he would not understand. Sex is not something he would understand either. That is what makes this difficult to understand, at least from the perspective of someone who has grown up with him. I think, and now I know, he is capable of doing it, but my rational mind says there is no way that he could have come up with the idea himself. Rape is about dominance, not about sex nine times out of ten. He just could never understand that. He doesn’t feel things the way we do, so dominance is not something he could ever comprehend.” Kit replied. “It is the major issue driving the whole tangled mess in my head.

“So those your victims little shit you drug women who trust your pretentious nature, and you rape them under the influence of the drugs you spiked is that right?” “It wasn’t like that I was young and did foolish things.” “Raping people is a conscious act! I won’t kill you, killing you is giving you an easy pass for all your dirty crimes if you’re smart, turn yourself in to the police or else I’d make your life hell till you do it. Get that?” “Yes.” He nodded frantically. I plucked the pen from his eyeballs, wiped his blood on my shirt and my right hand man walked into the cell with a hammer and a dart baton.

“What was it, mother dear? What made you throw your daughter to the wolf? Fear of being alone? Of getting old? Huh? Well you’re alone anyway, aren’t you? As hard as you fight it, and as many surgeries as you have, Ida, you’re getting old. You’re getting fucking old! You can’t hold it at bay forever!” “Stop it!” Ida screamed as she rushed to the far side of the room. She was desperate to escape Pam’s vicious words. Pam whimpered, “Am I’m fucked up, Ida? I am, aren’t I? I’m real fucked up and it’s all because of you, mommy dearest. You, your fucking husband, and that dyke Fiana!” “It wasn’t real rape anyway,” Ida whimpered. “I mean... he didn’t penetrate you, did he?”

Celia I feel like I'm some psycho. I should cry. Shouldn't I? He raped me. I hate him. I must take some action. I have to file a complaint. He needs to be punished. I have to rub his scent off me, sanitize my mouth to wipe off his taste. I have to shower, clean. And here I'm, sitting on my couch and doing nothing. It could've happened in a different way. I was about to make up my mind to do this thing. Don't ask me why. Maybe for my job, or to cool this fire between us. We could've done that on a bed, slowly. I'm foolish to even imagine that. He isn't a man but a beast. I should have realized that. Maybe I did. But I wasn't planning for this. My brain is a complete mess now. I am waging a

Cutting up his skin deeply as we reached for his heart. The guard still struggled to breathe but Thunder deviously smile at him. He grips it a little making the guard scream and panted uncontrollably under our mercy. He then did something out of my knowledge. He forces the guard to look at him forcing his way into his mind. Flashing memories of the fucker raping three college students on the roadside and another memory were of the bastard molesting four high school students. The ugly and disgusting crime keeps replaying before us. Others were brutally murdered and some were being raped at parties.