Oh my sweet broken child. I see you on here, browsing this depraved subreddit daily. The degrading comments and abusive messages lighting up your face, the subtle clenching of your thighs, the slight pant in your breathe as you read another taboo post. It’s the only thing that lets you feel isn’t it ?

I mean I wouldn’t blame you, every man you know looks at you the way I do, the gaze of a predator. You see the subtle glances, eyes scanning you from head to toe, measuring you based on cup size and ass circumference. Everyone else plays the game with you, asking mundane questions about your hobbies and interests when the truth is they couldn’t care less.

None of them care about the inner machinations of your mind, the subtlety of your dialogue, the quirks of your being. Why would they? Nothing about you carries any significance. Just a painfully average women with average thoughts. Not gifted or useful to society in a meaningful way.

But nevertheless, the men you know play the game. They make you feel special, cared for, respected. But where are they now ? Gone to the wind. After getting what they want from your body they reconfirm what you already know, you are just a painfully boring average girl with a set of holes that make men feel good. A human fleshlight.

But you’d never admit it will you. Carrying yourself through daily life proud of your mundane accomplishments, working that average job, droning about on your average hobbies, surrounded by “friends” who compliment your life.

But I know how you really feel. During the hours in the day when you’re all alone. The slight hesitation you have before clicking on this subreddit. The trepidation that sets in as you click new post, a ball of anxiety building in your stomach as you hit the publish post button.

The chats and messages coming in one by one. Mediocre and lackluster messages with all the words and phrases that are meant to entice you falling short, the “Slut dm me” or “imma rape your holes so hard slut” causing a metaphorical eye roll. Those boys who think one or two words will break you.

But every once in a while you run into someone who is the real deal. Someone who speaks so pointedly that it feels like they can see through your screen and every aspect of you is laid bare. They lay out all the dark broken aspects of your persona in a way that forces you to admit your brokenness.

And that sense of brokenness gets you so wet doesn’t it baby, a fire burning between your legs as I remind you exactly what you are. A broken girl, an unloveable girl, a pristine toy for the consumption of men. The shame and helplessness peaking as you get even closer to the edge. Your fingers speeding up to match the intensity you feel in your soul.

And the orgasm is so good isn’t it. It breaks you a little inside knowing that only being used like this leaves you satisfied. But the guilt remains. The sense of shame ingraining itself deeper into your very being. You foolishly think deleting your post, your account, your messages makes it all disappear. I’m here to say it doesn’t.

My words leave your mind in turmoil don’t they. The finality and confidence break through because well, I really do mean every single word I say.

It will all make sense soon. On that one dreary day; you finally coming home, exhausted and burnt out from the mundane activities of life. The door to your room slightly ajar, your delicate hands flipping the power switch as you walk in. The ambience in the room weighing you down as your eyes adjust. The first thing you see are my eyes; you’ve seen those eyes before, the eyes of a predator. My lips swerving into a crooked smile as your irises widen and your body begins to shake in fear. My voice saying the words that you most feared.

“Ahh I found you”. My voice giddy with glee. My gaze measuring you up and down. Look at you frozen in fear, no one prepared you for this. It’s all a kink and you didn’t mean any of it did you. Unfortunately for you, I meant every single word.

Our eyes lock as my smile widens even more. “Run” I say. I love a challenge. Your legs burst with speed as you rush to the door.

My body races yours to the entrance. Right when you’re about to escape you feel the coarseness of my hands grabbing the collar of your shirt. The lack of air making the room swirl around as my body overpowers yours. You were so close to escaping, but you see the entrance moving further and further away as my hands drag you back into the room. The final pieces of air escaping your lungs as your visions dims. The last thing you see is the smile on my face as I say “Now you’re mine”

Oh look at you, so enraptured by my post that you can’t decide to message me or not. You’ll try to convince yourself you wanted to just say how good the writing was or how my way with words captured the essence of your being. Falling right into my trap, message me if you dare sweetheart, but don’t ever say I didn’t warn you.