Thread: Don't mess with the bullies (Redria17 & Rick_S)

The iron grip on both of my wrists as well as my shoulders would be impossible to ignore, and maybe that's how they wanted it. My comfort was obviously low on their list of priorities, to say the least. But as powerful a reminder as those were, I couldn't help but be shocked out of it once one of them began feeling me up. Petrified, I looked on as his hand roamed my chest freely, like he had every right to be there. My pants become whimpers at times, and after a few moments of watching the show, I can't help but speak up again. My body tense, with both of the kids holding me down fully aware of my discomfort for what was happening, wh... who the fuck do you think you are?! All I could do was cry after I spoke up, because I knew full well that he couldn't care less what I thought. I just had this blind and more than foolish hope that my attempt to remind him of his place would make him think twice about continuing. It was better than nothing, or so I figured. Pinned in place for the most part, his hand still freely roaming, I'm once again caught off guard as my ankle is grabbed from out of nowhere. N... NO! STOP!! STOP IT!! NO!!!, but it isn't long at all before both of my legs are pinned, with Rick clearly in the position of power over me. No longer even concerned with the hand freely roaming my chest, I keep eye contact with Rick, who only last week I'd confronted in a situation where the positions were practically reversed. My solid stare into his eyes in an attempt to show solidarity was only broken once his hand reached between my thighs, feeling me up like he had the right to do so. Gasping loudly, looking down, I watch in amazement, once again watching as I'm forced to allow yet another thing I'd stop at nothing to put an end to. My gaze returned to Rick after a minute or so of watching what his hand was doing, only this time solidarity was nowhere to be found in my eyes. Instead, weakness and desperation were in its place. With only the same smugness returned, I could only start actually believing that he was going to have his way throughout this entire ordeal, no matter what I had to say about it. Just then, the TV began playing the video from our confrontation. I didn't need to see it. I only stared into Rick's eyes as I heard it play in the background. It had much more of an effect on me than I anticipated. The longer it went on, the more I actually began to regret confronting a 16 year old kid... even though it was to protect my children. I wondered what other ways could have been considered to solve the issue. My mind wasn't even resting on whether or not I was in the right anymore. I was only wondering what else I could have done, in turn showing more and more weakness as the video went on. As I stare back at Rick with what was sure to reflect weakness even still, I once again gasp, taken out of the moment as I turn to my shoulder, watching a pair of scissors cut away my clothing. This was going 100 according to their plan, and there was more and more evidence to show that I couldn't stop it if I tried. Finally, my weak state of mine began affecting my actions. R... Rick... p... please! PLEASE don't...! I... I'm sorry!! I'm SORRY!! - I had no idea just how sorry he was going to make me feel.