You know it’s true, don’t you. Strings of failed relationships and hookups led you right here. The inner turmoil of existence weighing on your mind. Everyone sees the mask you wear in front of the world; but not with me.

I know it’s painful; struggling through life with your mental health, your sassy and ice cold demeanor pushing everyone away. The only people you attract are the people willing to push through anyway. The dark depraved individuals who take advantage, this is why I’m here.

It all starts with a chat, a simple message as you give a compliment about the way my posts strike into your soul and make you feel seen. The relaxing candor of my responses putting you at ease; you feel safe, sitting in your bed with layers of protection keeping us apart. Our chats droning on as our candid conversation leads you to slip up here and there, accidentally revealing more and more personal information. It feels almost empowering in a way, talking to a rapist online with all the power in your hand. The power to disconnect, block or leave. What you don’t know is that power you wield will be so suddenly ripped away.

As I learn about you, you also learn something about me. You learn my little quirks and habits; how I whistle during my evening strolls, my favorite types of boots and my favorite outfit.

As we connect on an even deeper level; you almost feel like you can trust me, but there’s always a tipping point isn’t there. You let one simple piece of information slip, something so innocuous that you don’t even think about it. But for me; it’s the final piece of the puzzle, I found you.

The next day you open our chat, by this point you’ve been conditioned to read the cavalier conversation mixed with smut. But something funny happens, “cannot find someone with this username”, “huh” you think to yourself, where did he go.

As the night goes on and you spend the night in your bed, you hear something downstairs in the foyer.

whistle, softly at first but the distinct sound of a person whistling reverberates through the house. Which one of your family is downstairs? You’ll think to yourself, the glance back at your phone as the phrase “cannot find someone with this username” glares from your screen.

Imagine the sudden drop in your stomach. “It’s a joke” “it’s just a kink” “I’m overreacting” those and another million thoughts race through your head. From there you hear a gentle sigh as your worst fears get confirmed, the clank clank of my boots as I finally go upstairs. You lay there in your bed curled up watching the door. You don’t want to believe it. My silhouette casting down as I open your bedroom door. My clothes matching the description to a tee.

“Ahhh. There you are”

My grin shining through the ski mask. With each step I take closer your breathe becoming more erratic. My basketball shorts strained by my bulge, a hint of precum staining the tip.

“There’s my little girl” I say as my voice reverberates in your bedroom. The grip on my rope tightens as I inch closer.

“I found you sweetheart; they say finders keepers, and I intend to keep you forever”

My body lunges on top of yours, the screams muffled by the rope tied around your throat. My hands pulling tight as you lose your breathe. Your red and purple face stained with tears as the last amount of air leaves your lungs. My lips inch close and lay on your forehead.

“You’re going to be daddy’s favorite toy, now and forever”

The last thought in your head would be, “why did I have to message him”.

And here it is the actions to your consequences, spending the rest of your life being beaten and raped by me. It’s the only way I could love a broken girl like you.