high-altitude hikes are a highly slept-on location to be raped tbh
a girl who is acclimated to the altitude drags you along on this ill fated journey. she sets a grueling pace. you’re out of shape, asthmatic, and begging her to slow down so you can at least attempt to catch your breath. the lack of oxygen, the cold, the exposure all combine to make you absolutely fucking miserable and exhausted. she keeps going until you literally pitch over and can no longer move your untrained legs, chest heaving lungfuls of air that’s too thin.
the girl who dragged you up here hasn’t even broken a sweat. when she rips your pants off of your shaking legs, you realize you’re isolated enough that no amount of screaming will save you. you’re just going to have to hope she doesn’t just kill you.
it lasts hours. your hysterical crying echoes through the empty wilderness. eventually something in your throat rips and your screams become hoarse whimpers. this girl is in amazing shape, and you are not. her pace is relentless. you think you might actually die. it might be a mercy.
you throw up. she pushes your face into it, into the dirt. your vocal chords are too fucked to protest, but at this point, the warmth of your own vomit is preferable to the creeping chill of sunset.
