This is a story of sexual assault told primarily from the perpetrator’s perspective, using the pseudonyms “Tim” and “Vicky” for him and his victim respectively. But this isn’t the story of a predator on the prowl. No, this is a story about the consequences of rape culture.
The point we want to get across here is that we talk about “rapists” like they’re a different species, predators lurking among us who must be spotted in advance. And while those people exist (and fully take advantage of all the legal gray areas described above), the reality is that lots of people who commit sexual assault are only a predator for one night, or one hour, and are shocked to find out they did anything wrong. Despite what Tim said above, there is no monster lurking inside them.
These ones are just regular people who grew up believing certain things about sex and are reinforced by a system that seems to silently give in to them.
I had to choose between the “Crime” and “Culture” categories. But this clearly fits both.