Goodwater Rape Center

## Goodwater Rape Center (Legend)

The Goodwater Rape Center is a legend spread around by the Children. Nobody knowns if it is true or not, as everyone who came in never came out.

Witness of the Goodwater Temple For the last week, while I was walking past the bus stop after school, I had noticed a strange man running a condom stand. It was very suspicious of it, as the man standing there was different each day. I kept wondering to myself why that would be. That was until I saw a mysterious man whispering something to the condom dealer. After that, well... The man disappeared. I couldn't figure out why, so I kept watching the stand every day. Surprisingly enough. Men kept disappearing after whispering something to the dealer.
After building up my courage, I decided to finally test it out. I should probably prepare myself. But I couldn't bring myself to.
"Hello?" I said to the man running the stand.
He didn't answer, staring silently into my soul.
"Wha— what do these initials mean?" I blurted out without thinking. Oh no.
"Goodwater Rape Center."
It was very faint, but I could hear it very well somehow. And somehow, the street was now empty. Then, the man started to fade away.
Where was I?
That was the only question I had in mind. it seemed like I was in an empty building. The walls were blood red, and made of bricks. That was strange, because you don't build with sun-dried bricks for an interior wall. Then, I saw a blood red steel girders. The walls were filled with windows, but there was nothing behind them, I thought.

That was before I saw a group of men, waiting in line for something. As I took a closer look, there was a bald man at the front, telling orders. He must be the leader of this area. He had the words "No boundaries" on his shirt. As I got closer, I heard moans and screams coming from the two hallways bifurcated to the left and right of this corridor. As I got even closer, I heard men saying strange things.
"I would like the Chinese one."
"Do you provide hot Indians?"
Those were questions coming from these men. And every time, they would be lead to one of the hallways on my sides.
I have no Idea what these men are doing, but it mustn't be good. Why would they ask for something with ethnicity—I hadn't realized. The words Goodwater Rape Center coming from the dealer's mouth had finally reached me. They were raping people, people that were living their lives peacefully. People that got kidnapped.
I need to run.
I ran, and nobody was coming after me, until I hit a wall. It was soft, not like the bricks I expected. I had ran into a man. He looked like a leader. He was bald.
"Well, aren't you a cutie?" he said in a commanding voice.
I stare at him frightened. Me, a cutie? It couldn't be, he can't be wanting to... to rape me...

I got brought to an empty room. The man was too strong and I couldn't escape his grasp.
The man proceeded to say to me, "Put my penis inside your vagina, before I forcefully do it myself."
"Sir, pl-please, there has to be another way to resolve this issue," I pleaded with sobs.
He takes a step forward.
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for your nonsense reasoning?"
I stays silent while he unzips his pants. A throbbing cock appears and the I swallows hard.
"Are you going to leave my cock dangling or are you going to work, you bitch?" he screams to me.
He pulls out his phone and a red light starts flashing from it.
"What an unfortunate accident for you, my dear," he says with a coy smile.
I should have known. I should have known that he was a master at manipulation. He had planned all of this from the start didn't he? Before I could even move. He lifts my short skirt and inserts his cock inside of me.
I scream.
Blood.

The red substance coming from out of my vagina, dripping from the man's cock. Tears start coming, but I don't even have time for that. He pushes me against a wall, furiously thrusting inside of me. The pain is immeasurable, but his face says otherwise. He is lustful, enjoying this very moment.