Content Warning: Abusive behavior, sex, nudity, misogyny, adult language, adult themes, alcohol and drug references 

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The party was jamming.

 

Slim had missed nights like this. Sure, he didn't want to party every night. Even every week seemed like a lot. Slim liked the quiet, but sometimes it was fun to be loud. 

 

It was like old times. Biggie and the crew were over. There was good beer in the keg, good weed in the hookah and good music on the stereo. 

 

The best part was that Star was there too. That made it better than old times.

Star and Dirk had been crashing at the squat for about a week now. Slim like having Star around. She was smart and funny and kind. 

 

She'd been really nice when she thanked him for fixing up the old water heater. He'd been right about her liking hot water. 

 

She liked listening to him practice his music, even the new stuff he was still learning. She never razzed him about getting the notes wrong. She'd just listen and smile. It made him feel good, when she smiled, and that made him play better.

Of course, Slim knew Star was Dirk's girl. 

 

Whenever Dirk was around, they were all over each other. It was like Dirk just couldn't stop touching her. His hands stroking her soft cheek, her smooth back, her long legs, her golden hair. He was always kissing her, too. 

 

That always remined Slim that he still needed to fix up the door on their room. He hadn't found a new one, but he figured he could move the door from the other room. He just needed Dirk to help him out, but Dirk kept being busy, always going out to 'look up his connections.' When he was around, he was always kissing Star.

 

Yeah, Star was Dirk's girl. He made her happy. Made her smile. 

 

Slim liked to see her smile. He wasn't going to get in the way of that.

"Hey Slim, help me out," Bubblegum giggled, snapping Slim out of his own head. "I need your strong arms on me."

 

"Keg stand!" Spider bellowed while everyone laughed and cheered Bubblegum on.

 

The party was absolutely jamming. 

 

"Pizza," Bubblegum cheered. "The perfect food." 

 

"Where you going, Slim?" Spider called out.

 

"I thought I'd check and see if Dirk and Star wanted some pizza," Slim laughed. He'd had enough beers that it seemed like a good idea.

 

"Why? She's already getting some sausage," Letisha said slyly. 

 

"More like a cocktail weenie," Bubblegum giggled.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dirk snarled, each word punctuated with a violent thrust of his hips.

 

Star whimpered, unable to form words. Unable to draw breath. His hand was around her throat. Pinning her down. Cutting off her air. 

 

Dirk thrust harder, battering himself into her with bruising force. His hand tightened harder around her throat. Her thighs ached from his brutal fucking. Her lungs burned, desperate for air. Her hands shook. Her whole body quivered, on a knife edge between desperate panic and savage lust. She wanted to fight back. She wanted to surrender. 

 

He was so hard. He was so angry. He'd never taken it this far. Taken her this close to the edge.

 

She was going to cum. She was going to die.

 

She wasn't sure he was going to stop, either way.

"What the fuck, man!?" Slim cried.

 

"Fuck fucking off, Slim," Dirk grunted, thrusting even harder.

 

"Let her up, man," Slim yelled. "She can't fucking breathe."

 

"Fuck! Off!" Dirk snarled.

 

"Her lips are fucking blue, man," Slim insisted.

"Fucking cock-blocker," Dirk grunted, rolling off Star with a grunt.

 

Coughing, Star sucked air back into her desperate lungs. 

 

"See, dude, the bitch is fine," Dirk said, pulling himself to his feet. "Tell him you're fine." 

 

Star stumbled up behind him, nodding weakly.

 

"The fuck she is," Slim said. "What the fuck was that shit, Dirk?"

"What, you never did any kinky shit?" Dirk sneered. "Nah, probably not. BiBi charges extra for rough stuff. You're always so damn broke you can barely afford a handjob." 

 

"Fuck you, Dirk," Slim snarled. "You were hurting her."

 

"She. Likes. It," Dirk said. "Tell him you like it, bitch."

 

Star looked away, flushing.

 

"Don't fucking call her that," Slim growled.

 

"I'll fucking call my bitch whatever the fuck I want to call her," Dirk chuckled. "And I will fuck my bitch any fucking way I want, in any fucking hole I want, any fucking time... I... Want. Get it."

Furious, Slim looked at Star. 

 

He couldn't not see the faint bruising on her neck. The flush on her checks. The way her perky little titties heaved with every desperate breath. He couldn't not see the way she wouldn't meet his eyes. 

 

"Fuck you, asshole," Slim snarled at Dirk. "There's fucking pizza."

 

Turning on his heel, Slim stormed out of the room.

 

Gotta fucking fix their goddamn door.

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"Slim," Star's voice was soft. "Can I come in?"

 

Slim was sitting on his old air mattress. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see she'd gotten dressed. A paper plate with some pizza was balanced in her hand. 

 

Slim just kept his eyes fixed on the wall. He didn't want to look at her right now. He didn't want to see the faint bruises on her neck. 

 

"Sure," he said at last.

She sat down next to him. He could feel the warmth of her there. Smell the faint smell of soap and sunlight and flowers that, after only a week, he knew was absolutely her.

 

"I wanted to thank you," Star said.

 

"Biggie bought the pizza," Slim said. "You should thank him."

 

"I did," Star sighed. "He said to tell you they were heading out."

 

"Ok," Slim nodded.

Star sat quietly for a while, eating her pizza. Finally she said, "I wasn't sure he was going to stop this time. So... thank you. For stopping him."

 

"Do you really... like it?" Slim asked.

 

"Sometimes," Star admitted. "It can be good sometimes. Like a game. A little slap and tickle. It can be fun... but sometimes he takes it too far. Sometimes, when Dirk's angry, it stops being a game. It stops being fun."

"He was angry tonight," Star continued. "He has some big plan. He won't tell me what. He never tells me really, but he said he needed Biggie's help for it. I guess he tried to talk to Biggie about it tonight and... it didn't go well."

 

"Biggie's trying to go straight," Slim said. "He just got out and he doesn't want to go back. Tisha and Mamma LeBlanc are trying to keep him out of trouble, but I can see it in his eyes. He really doesn't want to go back inside." 

 

"Yeah, I guess he and Dirk got into a big argument about... whatever," Star said. 

"Anyway, Dirk was trying to blow off some steam," Star continued. "I didn't know he was so angry. He went too far."

 

"You shouldn't let him treat you like that," Slim said. "And you shouldn't let him talk about you like that. Like you're just a thing."

 

"He's just trying to sound tough," Star said.

 

"He's a jerk," Slim said firmly. "Dirk the Jerk. If you were my girl, I'd never treat you like that. You're so nice and so beautiful and..."

 

"If I were your girl?' Star said softly. The way she said it, Slim's heart fluttered.

 

"I just meant... you shouldn't let guys treat you bad," Slim stammered.