>>11577791whoops I meant taxi money, not tax money
>>11577791>The evening had arrived>All was quiet>Just hours before she could finally escape>She would finally be free>She paced back and fourth anxious>There were a million and one ways this could go wrong>Wisely, she packed nothing but the clothes on her back>If you saw her with bags, chances are you may get so angry you'd kill her>Under peko-chan's guidance, she also scheduled you taxi a block opposite of her home>She took ever precaution>Tried to account for every risk>Nevertheless, she couldn't help but be worried>She had one shot to do this>If she messed this up in any way, there wouldn't be another chance>The front door slammed open and Moona peaked out of her room>To her surprise, you were shitfaced drunk>So drunk you were staggering>She couldn't help but crack a smile>This night just got a whole lot easier>Even if you did decide to beat her, you were so tipsy you couldn't hit the broadside of a barn with a shotgun at three paces>Moona breathed a deep sigh>Finally life was throwing her a bone>With any luck, you'd pass out and she'd return the favor of all these months by beating you >She just salivated at the thought>All she had to do now was wait>"M... Moon...a... Moona!">"Yes?">You stumbled up the stairs, very barely managing to keep yourself upright>"Moona?">Moona crossed her arms>"What do you want?">"D.. don't you taskfyt to me lik... taht!">"Why not?">A fire was lit inside Moona>Everything you gave to her, she could give back>And then leave right after>Fate couldn't been more kind to her if it had tried>A poetic ending>Suddenly you lunged forward and tackled her to the ground>"Get off me!">Moona's cry was suddenly stiffled by lips meeting hers>She tried her best to push you off but even in your drunk stupor, you were far more powerful than she was>You broke the kiss and groped her breast hard, causing her to yelp>"Stop! Stop! That hurts let go!">"I'll... s..show you to leave you sjtuiod WHORE!">You yanked down her skirt and panties to her knees, clumsly undoing your belt buckle>"No! No, no, no, no, no! I won't let you do this either!">She pushed her legs into your stomach, only managing to twist her ankle further and cried in pain>She felt two fingers ram up her dignity and she yelled>She began to cry>This was supposed to be her revenge>It was supposed to be the poetic ending>Now you were going to steal the one piece of pride she had left>You aggressively moved your fingers in and out of her insides, it was like putting your fingers in an oven>"I bet you'd let that whore you're marrying do this!">You forcefully spun her around on her stomach>The impact caused Moona's blister to burst, covering her shoulder in sticky puss>That pain that caused her a moment of hesitation ensured she wouldn't escape>With your pants down and your hands on each of her arms, you rammed straight into her womanhood>She yelled in pain, the tensing from the fear making the impact all the more painful>You thrust over and over, enjoying the plat, plat, plat of your sword hitting her hilt>Moona flailed wildly, employing anything she could in order to get your away from her>She realized in minutes it was useless>You were too strong>The pleasure of this moment, how wrong it felt, was enough to make you pop your cap in just minutes>You fell to the side and passed out, just like that>Moona hugged her body and screamed>It was like she was yelling at the world, at life itself>Even on the cusp of victory, even mere hours away from happiness, it was soured>At this point, Moona expected the entire house to collapse on her. Just out of spite.>No, she thought, that would catch anon in it and god knows life wouldn't give me that kindness>Moona checked her watch>The taxi was due in just half an hour>She had to get herself together>If there was one blessing in any of this, it was that she would be able to pack some essentials if she was quick>She got up slowly, the constant, forceful ramming into her pride bringing a soreness that made it difficult to move correctly, especially so with her ankle>She washed herself, making sure to get every last drop of your fluid out of her body>Yet no matter how hard she scrubbed it didn't feel any less dirty>She powered through the emotional agony of what she had just endured, put on some clothes and packed only what she absolutely needed plus some sacred objects>In her rush, she fell down the steps, hitting her head and having her bag land directly on her bum leg>She yelled in pain loudly>"Don't... don't give up. I have to-">She winced and she stood up>Only death would prevent her from catching her flight>She'd crawl there if she had too>She hobbled to the other end of the block and got into the taxi>Before the taxi driver could ask what was wrong, she curtly told him to get going>The rest happened in somewhat of a blur