Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-10 01:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *journal, hannibal lecter, helena wayne, wren henry |
Public, Hannibal L.
[Public, minus Gotham villains]
Dear Defiler,
Since I got to learn about your night by the amount of semen in my body, I figure it's only fair to let you know about my day. And since you decided to share my body with I don't know how many men, I'm going to share what type of person you are. I woke up naked on a bridge, because you couldn't bother sending me back with any clothes on what so ever. A very nice couple stopped and wrapped me up in a blanket before they took me to the hospital so I could get checked out.
I wasn't allowed to throw up since you were so kind to leave my mouth tasting of penis and semen and they wouldn't let me brush my teeth until they swabbed my mouth. I had to sit in the waiting room with yet more semen leaking out of me until they could get me back into a room. The nurses tried to talk me into a rape kit, and I almost told them no because I didn't particularly feel like being violated again, but I figured since you had already had what, a fucking gangbang in my body? given the amount of come I had on and in me, I probably should.
So I got to lay there on my back while someone probed me because you decided to turn my body into your personal fantasy factory and act like a come dumpster.
Then I got to have a scorching hot shower, vomit until there was nothing left in my stomach, and brush my teeth. Then a very nice nurse gave me some scrubs to wear so that I would have actually have something more than my skin, a blanket and the remnants of some guy(s?) all over me.
Now, over the next six months, I have to come back to get tested for HIV and come back in two weeks to make sure I'm not pregnant because this place doesn't have Plan B. Maybe you don't care. Maybe you're a sad, sorry sack of shit masquerading as a human being. Maybe you like using women and turning them out like trash because you can. Maybe you have a kink about getting women pregnant by men they can't remember. Is that it, you fucking pervert?
Whatever maybe you are, one day someone, maybe me, maybe someone else, is going to find you.
Until then, fuck you.
The girl with black hair and stitches down her chest
[Locked to Hannibal L.]
I'm afraid I'm going to miss our appointment this week.