MY TWISTED FANTASY
I know it's wrong but it won't stop me, nothing anyone says or does will stop me. It was my reason for existence, it was all I had. Twisted maybe, but whenever I wanted to end the pain, this fantasy of mine was all that kept me from killing myself.
I formed it the night he raped me. It feels so real that I grow very excited whenever I think about it, with my palms sweaty and my hips undulating until his screams in my head quiet down .
I will kill him slowly for what he did to me. I'll walk into his office, of course he won't recognize me. Who would have imagined boring, drab Uchenna as hot, sexy Cheena? I'll sit and watch his handsome mask that hides the demon. I'll sit on his table, with my legs spread open. I'll let him touch me and then I'll lock his door. I'll pour him a drink with the same drug he put in mine and then wait. When he becomes weak, I'll gag him. I'll cut off his tool of wickedness and I'll shove it in his mouth. Then, I'll call the police and go to jail.
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