story time

Please, help create this lovely story.

There was a MTF transgender who was always picked on at school and beat up for being different and shy. She had caused not harm to anyone, but all chose to harm her. She had no siblings or friends to protect her. Her cousins picked on her for her dressing ways. Her parents never understood her. She was a mysterious one.

... Soon she would be 20 and find a boy who drew her in. She fell in love with this boy, who was around 6'1". She was 5'7" and quite skinny. She became more intimate with the boy as they would go out on a daily basis. She finally had social contact with someone - she finally felt loved. Her boyfriend would protect her from all who'd mock her for her eccentricities or desires. She liked to live in her own world all by herself, but now she had her boyfriend to share it with.

One day a gang started stalking her because she was a threat to a business they associated with (she is symbolic of chaos and the feminine energy and the gang are symbolic of order and the masculine carnal energy).

Please continue
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On this day, as she made her way home from school accompanied
by her boyfriend, the gang decided to act. The young couple took a short cut through the park, where they often went to share their love in private. Just as they came upon a small stream which cut the green sanctuary in half, a group of young teenagers appeared around them.
Rushing in from all sides they seized upon the girl, and began to ruthlessly beat her boyfriend to the ground. Against such numbers he could do nothing. Through the blood that blinded him he could see one amongest the group who seemed to be nonchalant about the whole affair. With a devils grin spread across his sickly face, he stepped forward, giving off an air that ensured the others in the gang knew their place. No doubt existed that he was indeed the captain of this mob, if not head of the gang.
A casual wave of his hand caused the beating to stop. The ruffians pulled the boyfriend to his feet, bringing him within arms length of the red-haired devil who had taken charge. For a moment, his eyes dwelled on the bleeding and swollen body of the captive, taking in the suffering and pain, an exquisite wine to satisfy his thirst. But this man was not his target, merely a bonus that fate had provided to him. No, his real choice delicacy was to his right, screaming and fighting against her bonds which his men had bound her in. He allowed himself a quick laugh in anticipation of what was to come.

.....continue?

No takers? Someone finish this, cause If I do its gonna be bad.