I wonder what's running through your head as this is happening to you. When is that moment when you got concerned? When you realized what I was going to do. The one question on every victim's mind.

Why me?

Unfortunately for you, dear reader.

It had to be you.

Sitting there in your room all alone. Emotions like lust, shame and desire filling your head as you head to this subreddit. Out here to satisfy that one itch you just can't seem to scratch. What happened to you that brings you here doesn't matter.

As soon as I met you, I just knew. There's a certain feeling you get as a man around someone vulnerable to abuse. Something about the way you talk, the way you move and act. All small little tells you can't help but give away. You might even catch one or two yourself. But a victim never truly understands what gives them away.

Sometimes little red riding hood walks right into the wolf's mouth.

Those small things you do that might as well be a neon sign advertising that you don't call the police. You might as well write "Rape Please" over your pussy.

The way your body reacts to my touch, how disconnected your mind gets from what you feel. Working out and abusing you where you are most sensitive is my favourite tactic for a reason. Unwanted pleasure is always a mindbreak. Your body's natural reaction will be used against you, poisoning my words to push you further and further away from your boundaries.

I'll offer you an out via blackmail.

Your choice here has zero impact on anything I do, I'll do what I want with you.

I love throwing out offers of 'mercy' that universally involve you degrading yourself for me.

Currently my favourite is to have you grind yourself against my leg while I molest and slap you on camera. Just more things I can promise to delete to gaslight you with.

You can fight me or more likely, go limp once you've crossed the boundary of no return.

You can't be unraped.

I don't care if it's your first time or you get abused daily. I just had to have you. Once I looked at you I knew. Whether you like it or not.

I could be christening your dorm room or your new luxury apartment. It could even be your car. Wherever I find the opportunity. Awake, asleep, drunk, high, tied up, it really doesn't matter. You could be on molly or G and it makes no difference to me.

Soft and sweet or physical abuse, the choice is really up to me.

You however, would have plenty of new reasons to drag yourself back here. Isn't that nice of me?

So, say thank you.

You deserved it.