The screaming never stops. The first few times you hear it, you lose sleep. You spiral a little. A lot. Depending on your mental fortitude and how strong you can stomach human suffering. Real suffering. Not the kind of suffering dealt when you decide to be a dick to everyone around you because of a bad day. No.

It’s never any easier to explain, either. I can only do my best.

I ask you for your forgiveness in advance while my head pieces the memories together that I can’t even make out to be real or fabricated. These days everything feels so real. Every dream and nightmare I can touch, smell, hear, taste and vividly see. I’m present and I’m not. Maybe reality is slipping away from me or maybe I’ve finally removed myself from the endless cycle of sleep.

Regardless. My body is on fire. Ablaze with heightened senses and insatiable. My cock, almost always hard. It’s even hard right now. Just the mere thought of a screaming woman sends an uncontrollable hunger unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Women on the streets have a special place in my life. Prostitutes.Vagrants. Runaways. Women who work hard just to get by. They’ll do anything you tell them to but you need to be smart with it. You see, money is a drug they foam at the mouths just at a glimpse of it. Convince them the goods are secured and they’ll hop into your car. Follow you wherever like a lost mutt searching for her master. But money isn’t always a guarantee. You have to talk the talk and walk the walk.

Looks aren’t always on your side. It never was for me. They never thought I could make them feel like real women. They never think I have it in me.

Threaten that animal with violence. Call her a good for nothing, cum starved slut and that you’d beat her to death if she didn’t get on her knees and suck your cock. They’ll laugh, entertain your strange sense of humour and try to push you away. Ignore you. To move along and hope you didn’t follow them into the dark. But your dick’s still hard. It’s been hard the moment you laid eyes on her and thought about raping her. So you do. They never think you’re serious.

Doesn’t matter whether or not you’ve ever thought about violating a woman. It’s not about that. It’s about taking what’s rightfully yours. Nothing’s wrong with that, right? These days simple pleasures go a long way.

You have to know it doesn’t start and end with rape. That’s too easy. Any man can do that. You’re not just any man, though. You’re the example of how all men should be. Women should bow to you - heed to your every desire. Nothing that you could ever want is wrong. You have the liberty to move as you wish and make them bend the way you want them to.

Knives, guns, your bare hands even. They’ll start crumbling. What’s laughable is the look in their eyes as if they had anything else going for them. They become desperate, wild with survival instincts, blabbering about something that goes right through you. All you’re thinking about isn’t what she’s pleading anymore. Nothing that she says to you is worth your time. All that time she’s spending begging could’ve been spent on her knees ready to take your dick down her throat.

It’s quick but it’s not. You just have to be efficient. Take your fist to her face and drag her around by her hair. Watch her squirm. It’s a sight to cherish. That’s when they realize you’re not fucking around. They hope and pray they can perform to your liking. Anything to get out of the dark. They already know screaming isn’t an option. Fighting back is useless. Just a little blood and their whole world starts to cave in. And it’s your cock that’s tearing down every bit of hope left in their worthless lives.


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