This chapter may seem wierd, but it helps the story line later on, so it's necessary. Anyway I'm going to say a great big well done to AestheticallySeymour for getting to 100 followers, and people please go follow Sorrynotsorry29 and get her to 500 followers.
Enjoy this chapter that I really don't want to write, but have to for story line purposes.

⚠️Trigger Warning: mentions of sexual assault, homophobic language, blood, Knives⚠️

Aimie's POV:

I keep running, I don't recognise any of where I'm going. I feel a pair of hands grab me round my waist, and pull me. I don't do anything, I don't really care at this point. One of my best friends betrayed me, and my girlfriend dumped me for my friend. Then both of them lying to me. I am dragged into a house, up some stairs, and into a room. I am shoved onto a bed. At this point I see a man standing over me, he dismissed the girl in the room, with a wave of his hand. She exits and closes the door. I am left with a man standing over me, slowly getting closer. I realise what he is going to do to late. He is already on top of me. "Reckon I could hump the gay out of you, you dyke?" He says. I realise there is no stopping what he is going to do. I let him get on with it even though it hurts like hell. The sooner he starts, the sooner he finishes.
When he's done I just lay there naked, hurting all over. He gets up and says "Get up you dyke." When I don't respond, he pulls me up and shove me on a chair, and ties me there. I don't have the strength to stop him so I just let him carry on. It feels like every fibre of my body just is going to collapse. He goes over to a draw and pulls something out. He turns around and grins at me like a maniac. I would usually try and escape but I don't have the strength left in me. He comes over to me with the knife. "Where should we start? I think we should start off slowly, your thighs look like they could do with some slimming down. Dykes always have fat legs, did you know that?" He takes the knife and drags it down my thigh slowly, savouring every moment. I am in agony, but it's actually nice to have the pain, I was thinking about doing it to myself. Now I don't have to. He takes the knife away from my leg. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He takes one look at me, then plunges the knife deep into my thigh. I scream.

There you go. Enjoy having that on your mind for the rest of the day.😀