Hey guys!!! When it gets to the climax, im going to be switching the pov's a lot.
Rains Pov:
"He looks up, grinning like a devil! It's new! the shape of your body"! I join in screaming the lyrics, with all the fellow swifties surrounding me. Taylor's performance is truly exceptional, and the energy of the whole concert is nothing short of spectacular – and believe it or not, we're only on the second song! Taylor's gaze has met mine at least five times by now, and each time her contagious smile sends electric shivers of joy through me, making this experience even more unforgettable.
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As I sang along to the powerful lyrics of "LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE AND BRING ON ALL THE PRETENDERS IM NOT AFRAID!" at the top of my lungs, feeling the adrenaline rush of excitement building up inside me, my anticipation for the upcoming Red album. The thought of experiencing my favorite song, "All Too Well," performed live filled me with a mixture of joy and emotion, knowing that tears would inevitably flow when the moment arrived. The transition to the next song, "22," added to the thrill as I recalled the countless TikTok videos capturing fans celebrating with the iconic 22 hat, a coveted prize that I hoped to receive, possibly selected by Taylor's mom as rumors suggested. Despite the uncertainty, the prospect of being a part of that special moment left me bursting with enthusiasm and energy.
As the song "Long Live" came to an end, I was unexpectedly interrupted by a tap on my shoulder, causing me to startle and turn around to find a mysterious figure dressed entirely in black beckoning me to follow him towards the stage. Struck by a strange sense of unease mingled with excitement, I was informed that Taylor's mother had specifically chosen me to receive the cherished 22 hat. Ignoring the odd "little girl" reference, I eagerly accepted the invitation, eagerly grasping the proffered hand as my heart raced with anticipation. A quick glimpse of Taylor exiting the stage fueled my excitement as I was led away, my escort's firm grip guiding me through the crowd towards the front of the stage.
Initially keeping pace with the mysterious figure, I felt a sharp tug on my arm as he abruptly halted my progress, causing a discomforting sting of pain. Reminding me not to stray ahead, he directed me forward, though I hesitated briefly before complying, trusting in the promise of an unforgettable experience awaiting me. Straying from the expected path, we eventually found ourselves secluded away from the main stage and audience, leaving me unsettled and confused about the unfolding situation. I motioned towards the illuminated platform, only to be met with a dismissive response as he forcefully nudged me behind a concealment wall, plunging me into darkness and isolation, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty as a sense of foreboding settled over me.
"LET ME GO!" I yelled desperately at him, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His unyielding grip pressed me firmly against the unyielding wall, sending a chill down my spine. Every touch, every violation of my personal space made me cringe in fear and revulsion.
"STOP STOP STOP," my cries pierced the air, blending with the sound of my futile struggle against him. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision but not my terror. The realization dawned on me like a cold, unwelcome wave – was this the horror of an impending assault?
I fought back with all the strength I could muster, kicking, screaming, hitting, anything. My body becoming a weapon in a battle for my dignity and safety. The relentless onslaught of his advances left me feeling powerless and violated. Each move he made towards my most intimate places fueled my horror.
My attempts to push him away were met with force and a chilling deny to my pleas. The fear that enveloped me was suffocating, drowning out any hope I had of escape. The thought of never seeing Taylor again, of being snatched away into a nightmare of unknown horrors, loomed large in my mind.
The man, who appeared to be at least 40 years old or older, violently tears my skirt off, leaving me exposed in just my underwear. Despite my frantic screams for him to stop, he callously disregards my pleas.
"Shh, little girl," he coldly commands. Desperation wells up within me as I cry out Taylor's name, hoping against hope for some semblance of rescue. The sound of his cruel words echoes in my ears as he mocks my attempts to be heard. Trembling with fear, his hands invade the most private parts of my being. No matter how hard I struggle and push back, I am overpowered by a horrifying sensation that sends waves of shock coursing through me. The sheer terror is suffocating — all I crave is to be safe in Taylor's embrace, not enduring this violation. Why me? The question repeats in my mind as he forcibly removes the last shreds of my clothes. The comparison between Taylor's tender care and this blatant assault is stark; Taylor always seeks my consent, with gentleness to ensure my comfort. In contrast, this man shows no regard, callously and abruptly ripping my garments off without a second thought. Stopstopstopstopstop! I plead desperately, the word falling from my lips.
Taylors POV:
As I reach the part in the performance where I sing 22, I scan the area, searching for any sign of my security team guiding Rain to me on stage. Earlier, I had specifically mentioned to my mother about wanting Rain to receive the 22 hat. Despite my efforts to locate Rain during the song, she is nowhere to be seen. It strikes me as unusual because typically, the people that I chose would be at the end of the stage y now, dancing and screaming my lyrics. I meet my mother's gaze, and through her silent words, she mouths to me
"We can't find her!" At that moment, my heart sinks with worry. Questions flood my mind – where could she have gone? Rain is unfamiliar with the layout of the stadium; perhaps she wandered off to use the restroom?
Rains pov:
As the man's assault continued, his touches violated my most intimate boundaries. Stripped of my clothes and dignity, I found myself trapped in a room with a terrifying figure. I should have been – outside, surrounded by fellow Swifties and Taylor. My cries and screams echoed in desperation, each plea for him to stop his actions growing more frantic. Collapsing to the ground, his weight pressing me down as he began to strip his own pants, sent a shiver of dread down my spine.
"No, no, no..." I begged internally, consumed by the agony of the moment, wishing for an end to the torment. I was just 13, how could this be happening? Eventually, the violation became a horrific reality as he forced himself upon me. The unbearable pain and disbelief clouded my senses, leaving me shattered and broken.
He presses into me, making me scream repeatedly with excruciating pain until it feels like the sound is all I can make. Despite my efforts, he continues to push and overpower me until he finally collapses on top of my fragile form. Desperation sets in as I kick and shove, trying to rid myself of his weight, yet he remains relentless in his hold over me. The agony intensifies as I feel strands of my hair being mercilessly torn out in the struggle. Through my tear-blurred vision, I spot the remnants of my clothes strewn in a forgotten corner of the room, a cruel reminder of the normalcy that once existed. The overwhelming sense of helplessness washes over me as I plead silently for the torment to stop, for the nightmare to end. He shows no mercy, his actions growing more forceful with each passing moment. Going harder. Harderharderharder. Driving me to the brink of despair. I cannot take this suffering any longer. Just as the words form in my mind, signaling my breaking point, a consuming darkness consumes me, enveloping me entirely as I surrender to unconsciousness. In that moment, the world fades away, and I am lost. Gone.
Andrea's POV:
"I don't care about that! Where is Rain!" I shout out, the urgency in my tone cutting through the chaotic buzz of 70,000 people filling the stadium. Taylor's security team has been rallied, every available guard now diligently searching every nook and cranny for Rain. It feels futile in the sea of faces, but we can't give up. Regret gnaws at me - we should never have left her alone on the floor. There must have been someone by her side. My mind races with questions. Did she wander off? Was she lured away? Panic grips me as I remember the moment she vanished. During 'Enchanted,' she was there, and then, in an instant, she wasn't.
The guard's voice breaks through my racing thoughts,
"Miss Andrea, she's not in any of the restrooms; we've checked them all." Anxiety tightens its grip, the worrisome scenarios flooding my mind. What if she's hurt? What if she's been taken? No, the stadium is filled with Taylor Swift's loyal fans - Swifties who would never let harm befall a fan. Determination sets in. I must find Rain, whatever it takes. Our mission is clear. Find Rain. Find her now.
Taylors POV:
As I poured my heart out singing "All Too Well," Rain's favorite song, I searched desperately for her presence - in her usual seat, or by my mom's side - but she was nowhere to be found. Fear gripped me as I noticed my mom's distressed expression, frantically trying to communicate with the security guards. Witnessing her uncharacteristic agitation only amplified my growing concern for Rain's well-being. Amidst the sea of cheering fans filling the arena, my thoughts were consumed by the mystery of Rain's disappearance. Every part of my me urged me to jump off the stage and rush to find her, yet I maintained a facade of composure, smiling through the performance.
Rains Pov:
As my eyes slowly flutter open, a faint glimmer of consciousness returns to me. A sense of anticipation lingers as I expect the embrace of light, only to be met with a suffocating darkness. A chilling realization courses through me, a reminder of the violation I endured: r4pe. The echoes of his presence are remnants of a nightmare that haunts my every thought. Memories flood my mind, flooding a torrent of tears that I cannot contain. Amidst the darkness enveloping me, I dare to glimpse at my own form; a canvas of purple and blue spots everywhere, alongside cuts and bruises. I cradle myself in a futile attempt to find solace, pulling my knees into my naked frame. The distant strains of 'Karma' seep through the walls, a reminder of a world beyond my torment. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope pierces through me as realization dawns upon me - he is gone, I can escape. With a surge of adrenaline, I propel myself upright, ignoring the chill of being naked. My trembling hands grasp the doorknob. Yet, the door remains stuck, locked tight against my desperation. A scream tears through my throat. I crumple to the ground, in despair's bitter embrace.
Taylors Pov:
I wave to the audience, saying my last goodbyes before being lowered beneath the stage, the anticipation and adrenaline coursing through me. The second I reach the bottom, I rip off my Karma jacket and off to find Rain in a swift motion, the urgency in my movements evident.
"Move!" I yell to everyone in my way, my voice stern and commanding. I am not paying attention to anyone right now; my entire being is consumed by the desperate search for her. I don't care how crowded the stadium is, or how many fans remain, my sole purpose is finding Rain as soon as possible.
I sprint out of the stage area, with security guards positioned strategically around me to prevent fans from obstructing my path. I spot my mom, her expression fraught with worry, and tears well up in my eyes as I realize the magnitude of the situation.
"Mom," I manage to say amidst my sobs, seeking comfort and reassurance in her embrace. She wraps me in a tight hug, offering words of comfort and hope, her unwavering support a beacon in the chaos.
"It's ok, we will find her," she whispers softly, her voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. Gathering myself, I nod resolutely, determined to bring Rain back safely.
"Okay, let's get her," I declare, my resolve unwavering as I assign specific tasks to each guard, orchestrating a coordinated effort to search every nook and cranny of the stadium. Gradually, the venue empties out, with only a few lingering fans dotting the space, but I remain undeterred, calling out Rain's name in a mix of urgency and desperation.
"Rain! Rain!" I continue to shout, the echoes of my voice bouncing off the walls as I navigate through the floor section, checking every single corner.
"Ray, please! Where are you, my baby?" I cry out, the urgency in my voice blending with the sound of my own words echoing back to me, resonating in the empty space that surrounds me.
Rains Pov:
"Ray, please! Where are you, my baby!" I hear someone call out. No, it's in my head. I'm hallucinating. I'm stuck, utterly trapped in a dark, cold room. I'm completely unclothed, vulnerable and shivering against the harshness of my surroundings. Frustration boils inside me, overflowing into a primal scream of rage, my fists pounding desperately against the door. Exhausted, I collapse onto the floor, the chill seeping into my bones as I curl into a small, helpless ball of misery.
Taylors Pov:
As I make my way through the cement hallway, my heart pounds with worry and desperation. Spotting a handful of my guards, I rush towards them, my voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope as I ask, "Anything?" The response is a solemn shake of the head, sending my emotions into a whirlwind.
Tears well up in my eyes as the realization of my missing baby, Rain, grips my heart with icy fingers. She is so young, too young to be facing such danger. Just as despair threatens to consume me, a chilling scream shatters the stillness, echoing through a door, accompanied by violent banging.
I call out for Rain,
"Rain?" I yell, my voice laced with urgency and fear. One of my guards, stays at my side, follows as I race towards the room where the sound came from.
The locked door in front of me becomes a barrier, an obstacle taunting my attempts to reach Rain. Frustration boils over, leading to a string of curses as I plead with my guard for a solution.
"How do I open this?" I ask desperately.
With a glimmer of hope, he suggests using a hairpin to unlock the door.
" I can get your mom to get it for us."
I eagerly nod. Each moment feels like an eternity as I pray for Rain's safety, her name a whispered prayer on my lips.
"Rain, please be in here."
Rains Pov:
"Rain, please be in hear," I hear her whisper repeatedly, the sound of Taylor's voice echoing persistently, though I knew deep down that it was an impossibility. My sobs seemed to have a life of their own, continuing uncontrollably, while the haunting idea of hallucinations lingered in my mind. The thought spiraled: What if this wasn't a mere hallucination but actual reality? I let out a silent plea,
"Taylor, help me," fully aware that even if she stood just beyond the door, my cries would remain unheard.
Taylor Pov:
I hear sobs echoing through the room. The cries are not just any sobs; they are heart-wrenching, familiar sobs that tug at my very core. I know them all too well – the same sobs that have sought comfort in my arms countless times, the same sobs that I have transformed into laughter, and the same sobs that have left their mark on my clothes. These sobs, Rain's sobs, pierce through the silence.
My mom appears behind me, a silent figure holding an hairpin. Without hesitation I say,
"Give it to me." I demand its surrender, my voice firm. Surrounded by my guards, my brother, and my parents, I insert the pin into the lock, the rhythmic twisting until it clicks filling the room with a sense of urgency. With a swift motion, the door swings open, revealing a scene that stirs a well of emotions within me.
Turning back to my family, I issue a command, my tone unwavering,
"Everyone out, except for my mom." I cannot bear the thought of them witnessing Rain in her vulnerability. There she is, huddled in a corner like a fragile doll, her naked form shrouded in the shadows, consumed by uncontrollable sobs that seem to resonate with the room's very walls.
My heart aches at the sight, and I rush to her side,
"Rain!" I call out her name in a voice filled with love and concern. Through tear-stained eyes, she looks up at me, a plea for solace and understanding etched on her face.
"Taylor?" she whispers, her voice cracking.
Embracing her tightly, I hold her close, offering the warmth and security she so desperately needs.
"Yes, baby," I murmur, my voice a soothing balm to her pain. As she clings to me, I feel her fear and vulnerability.
"What happened, baby?" I inquire softly, a gentle inquiry meant to coax out the truth gently. And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she utters those haunting words that shatter the very foundation of my being,
"He touched me, Taylor."
Rains Pov:
"Everywhere, all over me. He touched my private parts," I cry out in distress, feeling the weight of each syllable as they escape my quivering lips. Taylor holds me tighter, her touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to consume me.
"Who, who did Rain tell me," Taylor's voice cuts through the chaos
"I don't know!" I scream back, the words laced with fear and confusion. Sensing my anguish, she rubs my bare back with a tenderness, her gaze shifting briefly towards her mom, seeking solace and guidance.
"He - He was... inside of me," the admission trembles out of my mouth, the truth laying bare the depths of my trauma.
"What?!" Taylor's shocked exclamation reverberates in the air, echoing the horror that grips my soul. Desperation consumes me, and I cry harder, seeking her comforting embrace.
"I thought I was never going to see you again!" The raw emotion in my words spill. Carried by a torrent of tears and heartache.
"Oh my god, baby," Taylor's voice, now softened by tears of her own, a mix of love and anguish as she clings to me, a silent promise of support in the traumatic pain.
GUYSSSSS this is so bad. I am so deeply sorry that this actually sucks ass. It's just horrible. Ok bye pookies!!!!