It had been her darkest and purest fantasy for years. Night after night, she would hop on Reddit to scroll through Rapekink, touching herself to the stories of use and abuse. She had never been abused herself, but those stories had reached into the core of her being and made her wetter than anything she had ever experienced before. It was a terrifying thought to try something like that, to go rape-baiting, entice a man or men to ignore her words and just want her so bad that they take her. The thought was intoxicating.

That’s how she finally did it, actually. A fair amount of liquid courage, enough to dull her mind and obliterate her common sense. To make her reckless enough to throw on a cheap dress that barely covered her and left nothing to the imagination. No panties, no bra, just the dress and fuck me heels that made her look like a street walker. She smiled drunkenly to herself in the mirror as she headed out, all the fantasies of what she had read making her soaked as she stepped outside.