It had been a little over a year since that horrific night. I had been alone, in my small studio apartment, asleep, after a long day at work. When I awoke it was to a figure in a ski mask and dark clothing, with his hand on my mouth and a sharp object on my neck.

He told me if I did everything he said that I would live, that he would disappear. And I did…for two days…before anyone noticed I hadn’t shown up for work.

But the things he made me do…endure…he didn’t take pleasure in me actually succeeding.

I had reported the incident, but I didn’t tell the police everything. It was too much…to dark…too shameful. No, I wasn’t ready to be that vulnerable with them.

I had grown up in a very Catholic household, and so slowly I began to confide in my priest, as well as my therapist. Slowly, over the course of a year, I opened up to them both, separately, about the horrors, physical and emotional, I was made to endure.

I had moved, installed new locks, and felt safe. So, over a year later, I was asleep, soundly, for the first time in a very long time as someone stood silently above me…

Are you the original intruder come back for more? Or are you a copy cat, my therapist or priest turned on by all the dark and twisted things I’ve confessed he made me do, and now you want to live them out?

My kinks are clearly very dark and twisted, I want no romance or cuddling. I want to be degraded, abused and tormented.

My only limits are scat, blood, incest and underage.

I look forward to hearing from all you depraved men. I only play in PM’s, no chat