She asked for it. Begged, really. “Please get the gun,” over and over. I finally pulled it out of the drawer and leveled it at her head. When I hesitated, she tried to reassure me.
“I consent to this. I want it.… Read the rest “Trigger Warning”
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Why must a woman be modest to be respected?
An excellent question. Why is modesty so revered? I maintain that a modest girl should have the same opportunity to be disrespected as anyone else.
Do you people have any idea how many creepy, evil-minded, clit-obsessed little perverts are out there right now, shrouded head-to-toe in eight layers of black-on-black fabric that they’ll tell you is fashion, but is really just a wall of goth clichés they’ve constructed to obscure the public view of their sickness?… Read the rest “Why must a woman be modest to be respected?”
Patterns
He wants to leave. You can feel it. That’s why you’re here, living this moment, feeling your body slipping away from you. This is the price.
Daddy left you when you were eight, and never even said goodbye. Truth is, even before he left, he hardly said anything at all; when he was around, it was usually to hound Mommy for sex she refused to supply in exchange for money he didn’t have.… Read the rest “Patterns”
Born Again
[CONTENT ADVISORY: Here be dragons.]
You’re a filthy daughter of Lot; always have been, always will be. It’s in the divine plan, that you’d end up this way, making me do these things to you. I’m just grateful to the good Lord for giving me the strength to endure your unholy depredations for so awfully long; I held out against the devil inside you for nineteen straight years!… Read the rest “Born Again”
Limited
My love for you is a meager thing, embracing as it does such a tiny fragment of what you are. For any decent girl, it would be far too little; she would wither in the wasteland of my pejorative affections, a place where only the rankest weeds of your sort may thrive.… Read the rest “Limited”
Miasma
I detest your silence, not the madness and fear that it hides. It’s your pestilent distance than plagues me; the pernicious strain of isolation that you exhale with every labored breath befouls the room and makes a sickbed of my sheets.… Read the rest “Miasma”
Setbacks
It’s about to go too far.
You’re a girl in a man’s world, and you’ve seen a lot of it. It’s not new to you: the unwanted touches, the hurtful, frightening whispers, and the constant anticipation of helplessness have all been with you since the day you learned what the emptiness between your legs really meant.… Read the rest “Setbacks”
Keeping Watch
I always thought my neighbor was a suspicious sonofabitch. He kept weird hours, never had visitors over, and creepily eye-fucked every female on the block whenever they crossed paths. And like a bad guy in a movie, I saw him constantly going in and out of his old storm cellar for no apparent reason.… Read the rest “Keeping Watch”
You come to me because I will make you look as ugly as you feel. You come to me a broken little puppet girl, longing to be real.
Thrill Ride
The scary thing about a roller-coaster isn’t the dizzying speed, the sudden turns, or even the steep drops. It’s knowing you’ve said “yes” to something you can’t stop.
Scream, cry, beg, pray… it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you, or care if they do.… Read the rest “Thrill Ride”