You were out of breath, you weren't sure how long you'd been running but you knew you had to stop here and now, or you would collapse. That's when you saw him, you were trying to get away but you were unable to shake him. He is big, over 6 feet tall, nearing 7 feet. And he is black. His brows are furrowed and thick, his hair type was 4c, the blackest of all hair types. His lips were broad, and thick, he took a single step toward you and paused, just to test you, then he chuckled, and said "Yaw kno dat booty be too sweet yaw herd?". It was then you knew it was over. You had no escape. The black was upon you. And he was exploring your holes like an animal, a curious ape, curious but violent if angered. "Y-yes t-that fe-feels g-ood" you say through clenched teeth and uncontainable sobs, for you knew if you told the negro "no" that he would vent his fury upon you, all you can do is comply and smile until it's over. (If this is too bad end just know that this is the non-canon alternate universe and in the canonical universe you were able to both outsmart and overpower the attacker, and you wouldn't take any special notice of his racial features.)