Dear Diary - Rashomon's Legacy

[Claire]

Teaser: I did a horrible thing. And you’re the only one I can talk to about this. I know it’s stupid, but it feels like even you might accuse me once I’m done writing.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Dear Diary
Author: @Claire
My stories: Claire's Cesspool of Sin
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This story participates in the Rashomon's Legacy contest.
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Dear Diary

Chapter 1 - The Witness

Dear Diary,

I did a horrible thing. And you’re the only one I can talk to about this. I know it’s stupid, but it feels like even you might accuse me once I’m done writing.

I didn’t expect to write to you tonight when the day began. I hadn’t planned anything special. Well, that’s not entirely true. I decided to go for a walk around the lake which is unusual in October, I guess. You know I love going there in the summer. Especially when Atlas was still alive, it was just perfect, he enjoyed those long walks so much. He’s been dead for a year now but I still think of him every time I’m at the lake. Anyway, I’m rambling, or maybe more like: avoiding the core issue, I suppose.

So, I decided to go for a stroll around the lake because it was unusually warm the last couple of days. Climate change, probably. Despite the weather being all sunny, there weren’t many people around. I don’t mind the bustling crowd around the lake on a usual summer day, but being mostly alone like today felt kinda nice, too. When I got close to that little secluded spot about halfway around the lake, where the bushes and trees shield you from prying eyes, I thought it might be nice to just sit down for a while and read a bit. But when I got there, I noticed that somebody else apparently had the same idea as me.

There was a woman there, sunbathing, topless even. I knew the spot was somewhat secluded and in October not a lot of people went there. But she was still out in the open, ready to be found by anyone passing by. Case in point, I found her!

I knew I should have just turned around and left. But I felt like she was stealing my spot. Looking at her, she was gorgeous. A little older than me, I think, early thirties maybe? And her boobs looked so firm, not like mine. But it was mostly her aura that captivated me. Lying there without a care in the world, showing off her body like there’s nothing to hide, her sunglasses reflecting her coolness. I wish I had her nonchalant attitude somewhere in me.

I can’t tell you for how long I just stood there, watching her, admiring her… resenting her. But at some point, another person came into view. A man, I noticed him before her. He was walking toward her with confident steps. He was wearing a black mask and carrying a small knife. My breath immediately quickened when I saw him.

When she noticed him, she jumped up immediately, clearly panicked. Why wouldn’t she be? I was, and I wasn’t even his target just watching them from behind my tree. She didn’t even think of covering herself up, just put her hands in front of her and tried to assuage him. He didn’t say a word, just came a step closer. I saw her crouch down and grab her purse from her handbag. She offered him money. I wonder what went through her mind. Did she really think he was there to rob her? Or did she just cling to the hope that these were his intentions? I knew what he wanted from her from the start.

You might be wondering why I didn’t say anything. I’ve never seen a scene like that in real life. Masked man with a knife, that’s an image I only know from movies. I know I should have said something, tried to scare him off by letting him know there’s more people than he expected. But what was I supposed to do there, realistically? The guy was clearly taller and stronger than me. Even if I teamed up with her, I don’t know whether we could have handled him. And don’t forget about the knife! Seeing a knife like that, not as a tool to cut vegetables, but as a weapon, that does something to you. I just couldn’t.

Next, he just punched the purse out of her hand, closed the remaining distance between them in an instant, put his hand above her mouth and wrestled her to the ground. My heart was beating so fast, my fingers digging into the bark of the tree. I realize, I just said that I felt scared. But that’s not the whole truth. I hope nobody ever reads this but me, but I have to say it, at least here.

I wanted to see him take her nonchalant confidence from her.

See? I’m horrible, as I said in the beginning. What kind of person even thinks such a thing? I could hear her muffled scream as he tore her bikini bottom from her body. My mouth was overflowing with saliva, forcing me to gulp at the sight before me. If I wasn’t doing anything to help her, then I should at least not watch. But I stayed anyway, telling myself that I might be there for her in the aftermath, play the caring pedestrian who finds her post violation and gets her a doctor or the police. But that was a lie, too. I just couldn’t stop watching.

It didn’t take long after that and he was thrusting into her. She looked like a beautiful butterfly pinned to the ground by a mantis, her forcibly spread legs helplessly flailing about like wings that were no longer of any use to her. But what I will never forget is the sound. Her muffled groans drowned out by the frantic rhythm of his hips pistoning into hers over and over again. He was relentless, not caring about her at all. I think he was just trying to come as fast as he could. His movement didn’t even hint at any attempt of him trying to pace himself.

I just stood there, my legs shaking. I thought that I should at least call the police. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Would that not have been the obvious thing to do? Call the police and then step out into the open with the officer still on the line, announcing that the police was on the way? He surely would have run if I had done that, right? God, instead I just stood there, feeling myself get wet watching him… rape her.

I had to resist the urge to touch myself so hard. It’s not my fault that I was getting wet, right? But masturbating to this, that’s on a whole other level! But I wanted to. I saw him accelerating. I knew what was coming and I’m sure she did too. This poor woman. I’m so glad she didn’t see me. What would she have thought locking eyes with me just watching while he came inside her? She doesn’t even know how I betrayed her.

I realized that he was coming when he stopped moving buried deep inside her and she closed her eyes, just holding still. He didn’t stay long after he was finished. He moved vaguely in my direction. Well, it was unlikely that he could have seen me, but I ran away anyway, using whatever excuse I could to avoid seeing her traumatized state, to avoid… seeing what I could have prevented. And with every running step I felt the wet fabric of my panties clinging to my lips.

Since I got home, I’ve been checking the News and local police reports like every five minutes. What am I supposed to do if she reports the assault? Come clean, telling everybody that I saw what happened? Would people believe me that I was just scared? And what would my testimony even do? I only saw the guy with his mask on, I can’t identify him! But what if she saw me after all, maybe as I was running away? What would I say to her if she confronted me? I know what the truth would be.

I watched you get raped and I don’t even know your name. I’m so sorry, nameless woman. You deserved a better witness than me. I wish I would have made a different choice in the moment. But the truth is, even now, hours after the fact, I want nothing more than to touch myself remembering your muffled screams. I don’t think I will be able to sleep until I come to the memory of your violation.




Chapter 2 – The Victim


Dear Diary,

we finally did it! And it was AMAZING! I was so nervous. What if I had hyped up the whole thing too much? I fantasized about this for years, could the real thing ever live up to what I imagined it to be in my mind?

You know how Frank was skeptical when I first told him about it. He agreed to try it with me, but to be honest, I had my doubts he’d be able to play the role of the rapist convincingly. However, despite his own hesitations, he never judged me for my fantasy and once he agreed to try it, he was all in. Even the idea to do it at the lake was his! My first suggestion was to do it at home, but doing it outside, in public, in some remote place where you’re unlikely to be found but it’s not entirely impossible either, that added another thrill to the whole thing! So, when this surprising October heat wave struck, we knew it was time. I couldn’t think of anything else these last few days. I’m so glad I’m not a man or I would have run around with a permanent boner at work!

I was just giddy but Frank was in planning mode. He showed me the spot at the lake. He insisted that I see it first before we’d make it our stage. Then while we were there, we decided on Banana Sundae as our safe word and, in case I couldn’t talk, I was supposed to quickly tap him three times on his back. That last part got me all excited. Frank knows that in my fantasies I like to be gagged. So for him to think about what I should do in case I can’t talk told me that he had something planned that would shut me up nicely. Well, or maybe he was doing it for himself because he always says I don’t stop talking! Is that why he likes blowjobs so much? Anyway, I digress.

So today was the day, 4pm at the lake. We decided not to see each other before the role play. Frank had to drop by the office despite it being Saturday and would come directly from there. You should have seen him, all nervous that a colleague or maybe a police officer stopping his car might find his “rape kit” in the trunk of his car. He’s so cute. Naturally, I got there first. I was supposed to play a woman who was there to catch some late autumn sun. He didn’t say anything, but I think he was glad he didn’t have to do too much forceful undressing for the act. I’d be naked except for my bikini bottoms. You can’t make it much easier than that!

And so it began. I was there, wearing basically nothing, baring my chest even for everybody passing by to see. I can’t say I wasn’t a little self-conscious about that, but the added excitement is the point of doing this outside in the fist place. And hey, my boobs do look great, so if somebody did sneak a peak while walking by, I won’t blame them! The sun was bright though, so I put my sunglasses on as well.

And then, I just lay there. I think I hadn’t been there for more than 20 minutes, but god, did every moment feel like an eternity. When exactly would he show up? Precisely at 4pm? Unlikely. And I got all wet just lying there on my towel. I couldn’t help but imagine it. Me, gagged with my own underwear, him on top forcing himself into my pussy, and then somebody walking by, seeing me begging them for help with my eyes but they don’t. All the while, my body shakes with the rhythm of his thrusts. I’m getting wet again just imagining it.

I was getting caught up in my thoughts. So it took me a moment to register the steps getting closer. My heart rate skyrocketed! Was it him or just some stranger? I looked up and I almost smiled. There he was, black mask as we talked about, otherwise unremarkable, black shirt, blue jeans. He brought a knife though which I thought was a nice touch, but I told him to bring a bigger one next time to make it feel more threatening. Anyway, I had myself under control, no performance breaking smiles from me!

So I jumped up and did the first thing that came to my mind. Pretend this was nothing but a robbery! At least, that felt plausible to me. So I reached for my purse and offered him my money freely, no violence necessary! And that was the one moment when I thought Frank might fuck this up. He just stood there, looking at the purse. My bit of improvisation here clearly was not how he expected this to go. But he recovered nicely! After the initial hesitation, he just slapped the purse out of my hand without even saying a word. Menacing! My body tingled in all the right places when he did that.

And then he just lunged forward like a man possessed. I felt his glove covered hand clamp over my mouth. He let the knife fall to the ground and moments later he had me on my back again, where I belonged, the sunglasses slipping off my face in the process. I gave it my best shot and screamed into his hand. It wasn’t the gag I had hoped for, but the gloves definitely were doing the trick subduing my voice!

I was squirming underneath him, trying to push him off me. I’ve never tried to push a taller man off me with all my might, but I know now how pointless even the attempt is! Frank played his part to perfection. He even ripped my bikini bottoms apart! And the next moment really got me going. I naturally couldn’t see much, mostly his shoulders, the glove covering my mouth and the ski mask he was wearing. So I had no way of looking at his crotch. But then I heard it: The sound of his zipper opening, so intoxicating. I swear, that sound alone almost sent me over the edge.

Shortly after, I could feel Frank, how hard he was. And that made me happy. Knowing he was into this too removed my last remaining doubts. His cock was searching for the entrance, pushing into my lips several times. I could feel that I wasn’t the only one who was dripping. I might have aligned my hips a little with his cock to make his job easier for him, but I didn’t tell him that. And finally, finally, finally I felt him push into me. Trust me, my pussy grabbed that dick determined to never let it go again!

When he was fully inside of me, he stopped for a bit. My nerves were burning with anticipation, “Move, you idiot!” they screamed. I don’t know what made him hesitate for a moment. Maybe he was surprised by his own arousal or mine. Maybe he just needed a moment to reassure himself that he was really doing this, or torturing me like this was part of the act for him. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be taken, fucked, used and marked. And when he started to move, move he did! No easing in, no build up, just full throttle thrusts from the get go. My cunt was his and he was determined to let me know.

I wanted to just come all over that hard cock so badly. But I knew Frank wouldn’t last long either if he kept up this pace and so I tried to prevent myself from coming until I could come with him. He was just plowing me with abandon. My suffocated moans of pleasure sounded like suppressed groans with his hand keeping my mouth shut. And I had to resist the urge to wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper into me so hard. My body quivered with every thrust, begging me to finally come. And when I heard Frank grunt just once and felt him speed up, I knew that he was close, too.

Jesus fucking Christ, I’ll never forget that final push! He withdrew so far that he almost slipped out, but my hips followed him instinctively. And he just rammed his cock balls deep back into me, pressing my elevated hips back into the ground. I came in response. I closed my eyes, my body trembling, his body quietly pinning me down, and I tried to focus on the sensation of him filling me while my cunt milked every drop out of him. I can’t remember whether I ever came this hard before.

I barely noticed when he left. And kudos to Frank for playing his role to the end! No aftercare, no break in character, he just fled the scene after he got what he wanted. I’m not sure I could have done that in his place, I was just spent. I simply basked in the afterglow of the experience, not giving a fuck whether some stranger might stumble over me there with my legs spread and delicious cum dripping out of me. I loved the feeling of his cum flowing out of me. It reminded me that we really did this, that this wasn’t just another fantasy.

Frank returned a few minutes later, no more mask of course. Maybe it was more than a few minutes, I don’t know. My sense of time was all messed up. But after I recovered a bit, I immediately started planning with him what we might do next. I loved the outdoor setting, but doing something at home would give us all the time in the world. Having Frank “rape” me several times over the course of a day for example, taking his time with each individual assault, sounds like fun. Anyway, that’s for another time. And I also don’t want to ask too much of Frank, though I can’t help but think he might have gotten a taste here for something he didn’t expect to enjoy this much!

But what can I say that I haven’t already? I’m just so glad we finally did this. And to have a partner who’s all in with you, no judgment at all, is just great. I can’t wait to do it again!




Chapter 3 – The Rapist


Dear Diary,

what can I say? This time, I went through with it. It was good. I might not sound like it right now, but it was really good. It’s just that I’m also confused. This was not what I expected at all.

Maybe I thought too much about what raping a woman would feel like. Or it’s the stories I read that poisoned my mind with wrong expectations for the real thing. But the most important part is: This time I didn’t bail but actually raped a woman.

You know that my previous three attempts all failed because I either couldn’t find a woman who was alone and isolated or… well, let me be honest: Contrary to what I wrote back then, the last time I simply didn’t have the guts to go through with it when the opportunity presented itself. That cute redhead simply reminded me too much of my sister and I chickened out.

Anyway, so I steeled my resolve for this attempt. I went to the lake. We had a couple of hot days. Never experienced anything like that mid October. Strange weather aside, it made me think that some people might take the opportunity to go for a walk around the lake. And lo and behold, it didn’t take me long to run into a cute one who was all alone. Well, all alone except for the dog. Animals, that’s a no go. The dog was small, so not really a threat, but I’d have to kill it to keep it from barking. I’m not trying to claim the moral high ground here, but I don’t want to kill anyone.

So, I kept looking, and about halfway around the lake, I run into a woman who was presenting herself like she was part of a rapists’ buffet. Seriously, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was just lying there, sunbathing apparently, tits out in the open, and all alone. She could have put a sign next to her that said “Ripe for the taking!” and it would have been more subtle than whatever she thought she was doing. You should have seen those tits, nice hand full, not sagging at all. I could feel myself get hard immediately, but I forced myself to stay focused.

First, I scanned the area a bit. Looked like she was alone. She was sunbathing on a towel and I couldn’t see a second one. There was also only her own clothes, her handbag, one bottle of sun lotion next to her. Nothing hinted at the presence of another person. You know, you don’t want to fuck the girl and a minute later hubby returns from his pee break while you’re nutting in his wife. But when I was sure she was alone, I realized: If I don’t rape this woman, I’ll never do it. I mean, she was all alone and basically naked already except for those yellow bikini bottoms. What a cock tease! If not her, then nobody.

Wish I could say I was stone cold, but when I put the mask and the gloves on, my heart was racing. I grabbed the knife, did one last quick perimeter check, and then I went towards her, with quick steps that betrayed my nerves more than I wanted to. You know, I needed her to think that I was actually willing to make use of that knife even though I’m not. So projecting confidence is key, can’t come across like an amateur.

And boy, she surprised me! First, she didn’t seem to notice me, but when she finally did, she was quick on her feet! Damn, you should have seen those tits jiggle. Anyway, I was a bit perplexed by the sudden reaction. I think if she had just bolted then and there, she could have gotten away easily. But the knife was doing the trick. While she was trying to calm me down with her words, her eyes were transfixed on the blade.

Then she did something I didn’t expect. She grabbed her purse and offered me money. That threw me off track. I mean really, masked man with a knife approaches a half naked woman and she thinks I want her money? Why the fuck would I even think that she has any significant amount of money with her in the first place? For a moment, I imagined myself throwing some cheesy rape fantasy line at her like “I’m not here for your money, bitch!” But you know how my policy is not to reveal my voice to the victim. Overly cautious? Maybe. But better safe than sorry. So for a few seconds, I just stood there, looking at her outstretched hand. Ultimately, I realized that I was overthinking this and just slapped the damn purse out of her hand. I think that got the point across.

I wasted no time. She was shocked and I used the opportunity to shut her up with my hand and throw her to the ground immediately. She screamed into my hand. That excited me more than anything. I was really doing this! The look in her eyes, the pupils dilated by fear, I couldn’t get enough of it. I ripped the panties off her body. I wished I had the time to take a good look at her cunt but there was no time to waste. It was unlikely but not impossible that somebody might come by any minute. So no hesitation, I was committed to blow a nice load up her snatch, quick and dirty, something for her to remember the occasion by, but no long drawn out games.

I was searching blindly for her hole and her squirming didn’t help, but it didn’t take me too long. That moment when the head of my cock parted her pussy lips and found the entrance was intoxicating. I had pictured it so many times. One brutal thrust, her cunt violently pried open, my shaft chafing against her resistant walls. My cock might hurt but her torn pussy would hurt more. But instead… I just slid in there. Seriously, one thrust, she was dripping wet, and I was in balls deep already. Don’t get me wrong, that cunt was clutching my cock nicely. I simply didn’t expect this. I thought this was just some fiction trope! I mean sure, if you had time to deliberately tease a girl, I could see her getting wet against her will and coming. But first thrust a minute after you pushed her to the ground she’s a gushing fountain already? But what do I know? Maybe that’s just how the female body responds. Or maybe she just rubbed one out before I arrived on the scene. Whatever.

So that caught me off guard. It wasn’t what I expected or wanted, it didn’t feel like I was forcing my way in, but I could only imagine how ashamed she must have felt at her own arousal. And so I started fucking her and I did not hold back! She tried to push me off her, but it was useless. I was just digging deeper and deeper into her hot cunt and listened to her muffled screams. And at the pace I was going, I was going to come quickly. And the bitch got tighter the more I fucked her! You could hear how wet she was with every thrust. Not sure whether I ever got a girl to come this fast. But when I was ready to blow my load, I could feel her coming, too. I was so frantic, I almost slipped out of her, but she lost all control over her hips and actually followed my cock. Oh, the sweet betrayal of her own body, that must have stung! I plunged into her one last time, pressed her firmly into the ground, and gifted her a nice, big creampie for her hungry cunt. And while I was pumping my load into her, I could feel her whole body tremble. Her face said it all, the closed eyes as she tried not to acknowledge her own body backstabbing her.

I wish I could have stayed, watch the aftermath for a bit, her stretched pussy crying my cum. But I got what I wanted and I got away as fast as I could. So, was it what I imagined it to be? No, not really. I’m not gonna lie, I’m still longing for that feeling to pry a dry cunt open with nothing but force. Weirdly, I expected to feel some guilt after the act. Not sure whether that is just another wrong expectation on my part or whether her body being so compliant just doesn’t make this register as a real rape for me. But feeling her squirming and coming against her will as I nutted into her, that had it’s charm, even if it wasn’t what I was looking for.

Over the next few days, I’ll try not to arouse any suspicion, keep monitoring if she reports the assault and whether the police is looking for me. But once I’m sure I’m in the clear, I need to get another taste. I need to know whether this is the normal rape experience or just a freak outlier. I can’t wait to find out!




Chapter 4 – The Partner

Dear Diary,

it has been a while since I consulted you. To be honest, I thought I outgrew talking to you. But I’m carrying a secret with me now that I literally can’t share with anyone and I feel like it’s eating me alive. I don’t want to beat around the bush, so let’s rip the bandaid off:

Diane was raped… and she doesn’t even know.

Sounds absurd, I know. Trust me, I wouldn’t believe it either if I were you. Here is how it got to all this. Diane asked me whether I’m interested in rape role play a while ago. My honest answer was: not really. But I tried not to come off as judgmental. I know this could not have been easy for her to ask. So after I thought about it for a while, I ultimately came to the conclusion that trying it couldn’t hurt. She was so happy. And when we started planning, I thought she’d never shut up. I’m not sure whether I was warming up to the idea or whether her enthusiasm was just infectious. But the more we planned, the more it felt like we were getting lost in our own little conspiracy, and I enjoyed that. It was fun, plain and simple.

Fast forward three months to today, and I’m on my way to the lake with a “rape kit”, as Diane likes to call it, in the trunk of my car. It was actually my idea to do it at the lake. There is this nice secluded spot there and in October, despite it being unusually hot, there wouldn’t be many people around. So she would wait there for me sunbathing and I would find her and ravish her. But I was a bit late because of traffic. I mean, we said around 4pm and I thought me being 10 minutes late, what difference does it make? These things are supposed to feel spontaneous, right? So leaving her a bit to stew before I arrived sounded perfectly fine to me.

On my way there, I walked past a girl who was almost running. Looked like she was crying. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but looking back on it now, it feels like a bad omen. Anyway, so I arrive about 10 minutes late on the scene, put the mask on, and I find Diane exactly at the spot we agreed on. You won’t believe what I saw.

There she was, completely naked, sweaty, eyes closed, smile on her face, legs spread wide and sperm dripping out of her. I mean, what the fuck? And she was slowly kneading her left boob. She likes to do that in her post-orgasmic haze. So she clearly got off on whatever happened. I almost blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, but I was smart enough to take a few steps back and take the mask off before she noticed me.

I’m not proud of the thought I had next. Did she cheat on me? Yeah, right Frank, your loving girlfriend cheats on you on the day you agreed to enact her secret taboo fantasy, fucks a guy minutes before you arrive not knowing that you would be late, and just let’s you find her with a smile on her face with the other dude’s cum still dripping out of her. That makes total sense.

I’m not sure whether I had that thought because I was jealous or whether I disliked the alternative even more. But the obvious conclusion was: Some guy… raped her, and she thought it was me. Fuck, what a sick joke! All because I was stuck in traffic!

My mind was racing, what to do next? I settled on confirming my suspicion first. I went back to her, without the mask of course, and made my self known, trying to act inconspicuous. Luckily, it’s not difficult to get Diane to talk, especially when she’s excited. And she was glazing me, telling me how great I was. She talked about how me bringing a knife was a great idea but next time I should bring bigger one, and how me slapping her purse out of her hands gave her chills. My stomach turned hearing her recount all those details, knowing that she was in real danger. I want to fucking end the guy who did this to her!

I mostly listened to her, asked a question here and there, but overall she confirmed what I feared. Some real rapist fucked her and she has no idea it wasn’t me. I can’t deny that her not being able to tell that this wasn’t me stings a little. I know from what she told me that he was wearing a mask, gloves, that he didn’t talk and that he didn’t undress, only opened his zipper. So I get it. If he had a similar built as me, how would she know? Especially if she was all hyped up. But still, her not being able to tell that this wasn’t me gnaws at my ego. But that’s a me problem, and I shouldn’t make her rape about me.

More importantly, I wonder, did somebody know what we were planning and took advantage of the situation? I have no idea who could have possibly known anything about our plans, but could this really have been just a coincidence?

And then there is the elephant in the room that I have been avoiding. What did she say when I told her? Here’s the thing… I didn’t. She’s so happy about the whole thing, I can’t tell her that she was raped for real. My ex from back when I was in college was raped before we got together. I remember what that did to her. I can’t do that to Diane, no way. Man, this is so fucked up.

Some part of me wants to tell her, but I’d be doing it for me, not her. I really don’t want to listen to her gush about her rape anymore and pretend it was me. And soon, she wants to do other role plays, too. Can I live up to that? I’m not sure I can get it up the next time we have normal sex, let alone during another role play while thinking about what happened last time. Will I ever be able to have sex with her again without thinking about this?

So that’s my current predicament. Do I tell my girlfriend that the fun role play she had was a real rape and traumatize her potentially for years to come? Or do I lie to her not just now, but until one of us dies? If I truly love her, I’m taking that secret with me to my grave.
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This is the end of this story. Vote in the poll what you would have done in Frank's place and let me know in the comments why.

Also, this is most likely the last new story I will ever post here. A weird feeling to be honest. But I'm happy with the final result. I think the story delivers what you'd expect from a Rashomon style story.

[Blue]

Surprising chapter 4. But somehow I suspected that the perpetrator in chapter 3 couldn't have been her boyfriend.

[Claire]

Surprising chapter 4. But somehow I suspected that the perpetrator in chapter 3 couldn't have been her boyfriend.

Well, I was hoping chapter 3 would make that clear already.

[RapeU]

I think out of all stories this one was the best one that implemented the spirit of the theme. I wish I could have thought up of something for the contest, but even if I had it probably wouldn't have been good as this.

[Claire]

I think out of all stories this one was the best one that implemented the spirit of the theme. I wish I could have thought up of something for the contest, but even if I had it probably wouldn't have been good as this.

Thanks, that's high praise coming from you! But let me ask you, what would you have done in Frank's shoes?

[RapeU]

I think out of all stories this one was the best one that implemented the spirit of the theme. I wish I could have thought up of something for the contest, but even if I had it probably wouldn't have been good as this.

Thanks, that's high praise coming from you! But let me ask you, what would you have done in Frank's shoes?

If it were my wife I'd tell her because if she found out that I knew and kept it from her she would be uber pissed

[Claire]

If it were my wife I'd tell her because if she found out that I knew and kept it from her she would be uber pissed

She'd never know. I'm curious to see how this poll will turn out. Hopefully a few more people will share what they would do. Thanks for voting!

[Shocker]

A very good story, I did enjoy the separate view points, each of them exciting enough to stand on their own. Perhaps just a technicality, but my recommendation would be to combine the four parts. That way you can keep the surprise of your twist ending alive a little bit longer. Knowing there was a fourth chapter, I did suspect there might be an actual rapist at work during chapter 3. It does not diminish the story, just a personal preference.

[Claire]

A very good story, I did enjoy the separate view points, each of them exciting enough to stand on their own. Perhaps just a technicality, but my recommendation would be to combine the four parts. That way you can keep the surprise of your twist ending alive a little bit longer. Knowing there was a fourth chapter, I did suspect there might be an actual rapist at work during chapter 3. It does not diminish the story, just a personal preference.

Oh, that's a good suggestion! I'll edit that tomorrow, thanks! Glad you liked it.

[Claire]

@Shocker I followed your suggestion. Now it's all contained in one post.