imagine if you will
super creek forcing her strange tastes on you one night
you plead for her to stop but she's an uma possessed
the twisted smirk on her face tells you she knows what she's doing is wrong
but she just doesn't stop
with your dignity as an adult in tatters and a body limp from exhaustion she begins to cry and apologise profusely for doing what she did as she holds you against her with inhuman strength
you lie in her embrace blank and shellshocked until your consciousness gives out and your eyes flutter closed to the sound of her gentle sobbing and the warmth of her body
in the years after you still recoil instinctively at her touch, clouding her face with guilt and shame
your aversion to her isn't revulsion. it's something much worse
deep down you want her to do it to you again, and that fills you with so much hatred and disgust for yourself that you can't prevent a physical impulse