You’ve spent most of your life being eye candy for depraved perverts online. Everyone tells you how sorry they are you were taken advantage of. But you loved every second, every scrap of attention they gave you. Now it’s the only thing that excites you. You need it
Now now, you wouldnt want everyone to know what a fucked up little whore you are, would you? What would your parents think? Your friends? Your boss. That’s it. You walk your little ass over here if you don’t want your life ruined. I own you now, you’re mine until I’m bored of you
Encouraging you to keep drinking, assuring you you’ll be safe with me. Waiting until you’re blackout drunk before raping a baby into you. Everyone congratulates you and your boyfriend, but you still don’t know why you start shaking whenever we hang out
Slutting yourself out to your teachers because you know if you don’t get straight A’s, dad’s gonna force you to do the only thing a dumb bitch like you is good for: carrying his kid.
Miss having a piece of rape meat who hung on my every word. Who always apologized because they were so afraid of making me mad, who I could wail on without consequence because they loved it so much
Depriving you of any sort of praise or affection until I see you slice your beautiful skin open. Love bombing you when I see new scars on your thighs and arms so you know what a good job you’re doing, that you should go deeper
Taking you out for a nice dinner before dragging you behind the restaurant, pressing your body against the cold wall, my hand covering your mouth so you keep quiet, and beating on you until I’m satisfied. Leaving you for the garbage men to find the next morning for their turn.
I’m sorry sweetheart. I just can’t stand the thought of other people looking at you, of fantasizing about you. That’s why I have to break your jaw and peel back your skin. I’ll make you so horrifically disfigured that no one spare you a passing glance
So many messages telling me how ashamed people are for liking my content. How they can’t help themselves from coming back,
Stop trying to act normal. You, reading this right now, you are a deranged piece of porn meat. That’s all you’ll ever be. Your brain is mush. Embrace it.
Tell me about the first time you were raped. How you struggled and cried and begged for it to stop. How you couldn’t stop thinking about how he used you like you were nothing. How you crawled back begging for more.
If you dont feel your vision starting to fade you havent REALLY been choked.
Yea, his hand may be around your neck, but you’re not in any real danger. You still have all your senses, there’s no risk.
The real fun starts when your brain fads away. Who knows what’ll happen next?
Do you remember what it was like, to get all those manipulative men off on the internet? Your life was so easy then. No worries, no stress, just being a perfect little porn star for anyone who would give you a crumb of attention. Don’t you want to feel that happy again?
Drugging you and waiting until you pass out so you don’t cry so much. Thrusting in you for hours, frustrated when I realize that your tears are what made raping you fun
Conjugal visits to your dad in jail because, even though you’re the reason he’s locked up, you can’t fix the aching between your thighs ever since he stopped raping you
Everyone around you telling you it’s rape, you’re just shaking your head. “Don’t be silly! All dads do that with their little girls, maybe your dads just don’t love you like mine does!”
You’re not the smartest. You’re not the prettiest. You’re not the wealthiest, or talented, most days you’re barely tolerable. But you are the most fucked up doll I’ve ever met, and that’s enough to hold my attention for a little while.
You feel your sanity slipping. You were terrified of me when I first grabbed you off that street. You cried when I chained you down in my basement, fighting every step. You hated me when I beat you, every single day, driving my fist into your soft body.
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Knife to your wrists, threatening to off yourself if I don’t stop beating you. Hitting you harder because watching you bleed out will give me the biggest orgasm of my life
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t help watching you strut around with that slutty little waist. You’re fucking tempting me aren’t you? You know dad is jerking off into your panties and you want the real thing. God I’m so fucking sorry. I need it too bad. It’ll feel good soon, I swear
God you’re such a fuck up. Work, school, how do you manage to screw everything up? At least just lay there and take my punches like a good doll. Can you manage that, or are you completely worthless?
It’s not your dad’s fault. How could he resist? You’re such a pretty piece of rape bait, strutting around the house in your tight shirts and skimpy shorts. You can’t put a man through that and not expect him to snap. He had to have you. Had to feel you. You were asking for it.
You don’t get to cum normally anymore. The only time you get to feel an ounce of pleasure is when I’m ovestimmining your pathetic little cunt until you’re curled up in the corner in tears from the pain.
Do you know how hard it is to repress all the rage and aggression, every day, all day? If I didn’t have you to vent all of it out onto, I don’t know how long I’d last. Isn’t that what you wanted, to be useful to someone? Think of how many people you’ve saved being my punching bag
You’re not a victim. Victims don’t dress like that when they go out. Victims don’t lean up against me all night. Victims don’t cum around my cock. Victims don’t knock on my door craving more.
Principal coming in, warning me that I’m getting too friendly with the female students, that there are rumors floating around. Telling me there will be an “investigation” while you’re sucking me off under my desk; I know you’ll never say anything, you’re too scared to.
Encouraging you to stop taking your meds because it’s easier to make you cry that way. Mocking you while you go through withdrawal. What, stupid little thing needs drugs just to function? You know how fucking pathetic that is? Just be normal like everyone else.
Maybe if you hadn’t dressed like that, he wouldn’t have been interested. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a tease, he wouldn’t have forced you. Maybe if you hadn’t been so wet, he would’ve stopped
Imagine how boring you would be without all the trauma i gave you. You’d just be some prissy bitch walking through life without any problems. I made you interesting. You should be thanking me
Very common now to hear “your brain is so fascinating.”
Stop sugar coating it. I’m an abusive manipulator who can only get off when the other person is in pain, both physical and emotional. I crave making you cry and snapping a bone for it. It’s not “interesting.” It’s demented.
I ignore you because you’re so fucking boring. There are a dozen of whores more disgusting and depraved than you. You want my attention? My affection? To notice you even exist? You need to get so much worse to be worth it
Don’t close your eyes. Don’t pretend you’re somewhere else. Don’t go to your “happy place.” You’re right here, pinned under some disgusting pervert, getting your holes raped and you’re loving every fucking second.
Running up to you frantic, panic in my voice. “Please, please my friend fell and is hurt real bad, he needs help!” You run along with me into the tree line, getting further and further away from any signs of civilization. I slow down, stopping to lean against a tree +
The sad truth is you’re hardly even worth acknowledging. There are girls more devoted, more depraved, more disgusting than you are. You want my attention? An ounce of my affection? Prove how gross you can be.
I’m a big believer in exposure therapy. The only way you’re ever gonna get over your trauma is to become desensitized to it.
Just think about it, You won’t start shaking when you see man walk down the street, or go into a panic attack whenever a door slams shut. (1/2)
You can’t be pretty for me like that. Your skin is too perfect. I can only ever love broken, scarred little girls, the ones who are reminded of every terrible thing that’s happened to them every time they look in a mirror. So let me fix you. Let me mold you into my perfect doll.
Forcing you to watch fucked up, violent, degenerate porn. Tying a vibrator to your clit until your brain can’t help but crave it for real. On your hands and knees begging me to recreate it all with you
Even if I let you out, what would you do? You’ve fucked up every single thing you’ve ever tried in your pathetic life. You can barely even sit still while I’m beating you, what makes you think you’d be useful out there in the world?
Struggling and squirming under me, trying to push me off you is only gonna make me more obsessed, more crazed for your body. If you really want it to stop, just lay down and take it
So you do your best. I don’t even have to keep you bound anymore. It’s not like you’d ever leave. You love it here now, you love me, and every bandage on your skin, every broken nose and busted lip, every lie you tell the police, they all reinforce that love.
You’ll stop craving attention from creeps and abusers online. Who knows, you could even become deserving of love.
So come here, and I’ll recreate the worst times of your life over, and over, and over again. Maybe by the end of it all you’ll be normal again.
But then I’d take care of you. Clean your wounds, wipe up the blood, feed you. A monster wouldn’t do that, would they? No, I wasn’t a monster. I cared about you, I had to. Why else would I keep you here all to myself? You must have done something wrong to be beat, that’s it. +
I want to force someone to get someone pregnant, watch them cry and beg that they’re not ready for a kid, they’re too young. That just makes me thrust deeper into your cunt and dump my seed into your womb
Two daughters who compete with each other on who gets their cunts raped each night. Always choosing one so the other starts to resent her until they’re beating on each other for my pleasure