Author's note: This chapter contains elements of femdom, humiliation, bullying, and non-consensual sexuality. Reader discretion is advised.
Tara looked at him like he was a roach, or some other disgusting insect, when he approached her in the hall at their university that morning. "We need to talk," Marcus hissed.
"When we need to talk, I'll find you, loser," she spat, adjusting her course to try to walk around him.
In the mornings this hallway didn't have too many people in it, because most of his peers liked sleeping through early classes, but still it was far from private, and the last thing he wanted to do was to make a scene. A beautiful bitch like Tara and an awkward guy like Marcus? People would remember that. That could make for rumors, and with everything else going on, that was the last thing he wanted.
"I just found out," he tried again, raising his voice slightly as he looked to make sure no one else was around. "Joshua said--"
That at least made Tara stop dead in her tracks. This time she didn't look at him like he was a bug, she looked at him like she wanted to murder him, as she quickly turned around, and two steps toward him so that they were inches apart. Even though she was a couple inches shorter than him, her presence made it feel like she was looming over him.
"I said, Not. Fucking. Now," she growled. " You do not talk to me, because you do not know me, and you don't know me because as far as I'm concerned, you don't even exist unless I need you."
"But I--" he started to protest before she cut him off.
"You really want to do this?" she asked in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "Fine. Meet me after class. The janitor's closet in the math wing. It should be pretty deserted this time of day, but if it's not important, I'll make you regret wasting my time."
Then, before I could rebut her or even try to explain, she was gone, leaving me standing there while the other students that happened to be in the hall gave me strange looks.
Marcus went to his Psych 102 class, but he was a zombie for the duration and barely paid attention. He'd been like that a lot the last couple of weeks since that horrible night, but this was the first time he'd worked up the nerve to talk to Tara since then, and it only made everything else worse.
With his previous conquests, there had been a subtle sense of power whenever he saw those women smile at him, or pass him in the hall without any idea of what they'd done together. It had been thrilling. Even with Kelly, that was true, albeit with a healthy dose of fear. Marcus had seen his roommate's girlfriend pretty much every other day since the night everything had happened, and it was obvious that neither of them suspected anything.
Not Tara though. Just seeing her sent a chill of fear down his spine. To everyone else, he was just a nerd or the quiet guy. Not her though. She knew who he really was. She'd seen right through him before he'd tried to drug her, but now she had proof. She could end him whenever she wanted, and he had no doubt she would either. That's just who she was.
So he just spiraled between all the different fears that were chasing themselves around in his mind. A led to B, B led to C, and C led to A. No matter how things went over the next few days he didn't see how he was going to avoid becoming a public embarrassment before they shipped him off to pound-you-in-the-ass prison for 5-7 on rape, and once that cycle started there was no way of knowing how many other women might come forward.
Some of them might be women he'd actually drugged. He knew that more than one suspected something had happened to them, they just had no idea who did it, or what exactly they did, but that didn't matter. Bitches loved to go full me too about this sort of thing, and once it started, there would be no stopping it.
Finally, when class was done he rushed to the math hall, and when no one was looking he darted in the janitors supply room only to find that Tara was already inside it, playing on her phone.
"Took you long enough," she said, not bothering to look up. "Two more minutes, and I was going to bounce."
"She's pregnant," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, even with the door closed.
"Yeah, I know," Tara smiled, finally putting down her phone. It was a wicked, icy thing that terrified him almost as much as the fact that she already knew. "It's great!"
"Great?" Marcus asked, still in denial, "How is that great?"
"It means that bitch's life is over, that's why." she said defensively. "It means she's going to lock down Joshua, and her life is pretty much over."
"You have to talk to her," Marcus said, unsure why she wasn't getting this. "You have to convince her to get an abortion. She's going to have my baby, and that means---"
"Hey, loser," she interrupted. "If I wanted her to get an abortion, why would I have wasted half of my weekend convincing her that she's going to make a great mommy, and that she should definitely keep it. The fact that those two are going to be stuck with your loser baby is just icing on the cake. Josh and Kelly are both ten times more attractive than you'll ever be, and they're going to be stuck with your genes anyway. What an ugly ass--"
Marcus was seeing red before she'd finished saying that it was her fault Kelly was going to keep the baby, but with every hateful word Tara word spewed after that, his heart pounded harder in his chest until he finally couldn't even hear her anymore. He could just watch her mouth move to the sound of his blood in his ears while he thought about skull-fucking the dumb cunt.
He didn't even know that he'd wrapped his big hands around her thought to silence her until she was already gasping against the wall.
Tara hadn't brought her hands up to try to pull his away, though. She just glared at him instead while her face began to purple.
"Go on... Do it..." she rasped. "Kill me."
That stopped him faster than anyone else. He could never kill someone. He wasn't a murder. He looked at his hands, trying to figure out what had happened, and what horrible thing Tara was going to do to him now as a result.
