He maybe raped me, too.

I was walking down a dark alleyway by myself at 3:00 AM, and out from behind a trash can walked this handsome billionaire werewolf (Kavanagh btw). His strong, masculine hand pinned me to the wall, and he said, "What are you doing out here, little one?"

"I-I, I was just trying to go home."

"No, you're not going home tonight," he husked.

Before I could reply, his mouth engulfed mine in a savage kiss. He bit down hard on my soft lips, causing them to bleed profusely.

"Mmm, I love the taste of GIRL-BLOOD!!!" he snarled as he threw me into the trash cans. A man peaked out of his apartment window to check on the noise, and for a moment I thought he was going to help, but he only gave the billionaire werewolf a thumbs up. My rapist returned the gesture in a demonstration of absolute male supremacy.

I could tell you all the rest, but yes, I WAS MAYBE raped! And no, this isn't rare and it isn't my fault. This happens to women everywhere and it's time you stop blaming maybe rape victims for being raped just because you enjoy seeing beautiful women like me in pain.