The Date Rapist…

“You can’t sit there,” a voice out of nowhere exclaims. “Why the fuck not?” I ask quickly getting up from the bench. Frantically I look around in the darkness. “There is a rapist on the loose. Well, a date rapist or something like that. He might even be you. I don’t know,” the voice without a face says. “Why is it always a man? How come it is never some big breasted, sexy woman who is out to get everyone using nothing but her vagina to seek revenge? Always a man and his oh so powerful dick coming to wreak havoc on the world,” I huff. I still haven’t managed to find the source of the voice. It has to belong to a woman by the sound of it.

“Are you serious right now?” She asks in a hushed whisper. I don’t bother responding. “Women can’t rape men. Everyone knows that. How the hell would that even work anyway? Rape is an act of anger and hate forced onto an individual that isn’t willing to participate sexually,” she informs me annoyed. “What are you a fucking dictionary?” I ask. “Know what it doesn’t matter because you are wrong. A woman can rape a man in more ways than one. Just because their dick is hard doesn’t mean that they want to have sex. That is the same as saying because a woman was all wet it means she wanted it. She wanted it so badly. We are programmed to fuck in a subconscious level even if we don’t want to,” I interpose. 

“You are raping my ears right now with your dirty talk,” the voice says. “Then you have the whole other level of raping that doesn’t even involve dicks. I mean anything can be inserted into an anus from a finger to an action figure. So really to say a woman can’t rape a man is wrong. She can if she really wanted to,” I rationalize out loud. “Granted she would have to overpower the man, but the same drugs men use to accomplish their goal are also available to women. It’s not like they belong to a special club or anything,” I ramble on.  “So, is that all it takes?” The voice asks in a curious tone. “Let’s face it though most men are little bitches now a days anyways so, really a woman might not even need drugs in the first place,” I say proudly proving my point. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asks in disgust from behind some bushes. I stare into them looking for any sign of a person.

“Hey, you brought up the topic of rapist and some ignorant shit about how women couldn’t possibly be one,” I answer. “Oh, so now I am ignorant because I don’t believe a woman can rape a man. That sounds real intelligent. You are so smart I wish I could be as smart and stupid as you,” she says annoyed. From the sound of her voice, it sounds like she is getting closer. “You know this is so typical. A man has to explain to little old me about how the world works. I was just trying to give you a chance, but no,” she had more to say but gets interrupted. “Excuse me do we have a problem here?” A male voice asks from out of nowhere.

“Oh fuck,” we both exclaim in unison. I reach for my pepper spray. Spraying the little can in no general direction towards the male voice. She apparently had the same idea as me. We don’t stop spraying until our cans are empty. Eyes burning, we all begin to cough and hack. All of us except one. The pepper spray mist cloud dissipates and we stand there watching as the man lies on the ground kicking and screaming. The strong stench of urine cutting through the toxic smell. There is a dark outline growing around the crotch of his uniform that becomes visible even through swollen eyes. “I’m a fucking cop,” he screams rubbing his eyes. “What do we do?” I shout before dropping the can of pepper spray. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” a big breasted and sexy woman suggests. Too scared to do anything else we run in opposite directions into the blurry darkness.

M.T. Billings

We have a basket of prompts and what were the odds that I would draw rape? One in three. Granted I put the topic in the basket, but that is besides the point. Why rape? Because a basket full of prompts is fucking stupid. Get what I give, I guess. Not my personal best. Could have done a better job. For the record men can get raped and many male rapes go unreported. That was my point. Wasn’t trying to trigger anybody or upset anyone for once. Thought it was something people should know.

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