My dearest! Never - do you hear? - never lose vigilance. In a circle of friends and alone, on a date and in the back seat of a car, drunk and sober (although it is better not to drink at all) - never. Otherwise, I will rape you.

Do not be scared, because this is just a harmless story, and you, in theory, you can not read at all, it will not bite (your elastic clitoris, which you have not yet allowed anyone to feel, although you often fiddle with it, sitting in the bathroom).

Baby, planning your tomorrow, you do not take into account one detail, which subsequently goes through your whole life with a huge crack. The detail of this is that I have been following you for a long time. And not just watching - I study you.

I will reveal one little secret: maniacs are eighty percent psychos, who have been seduced by passion. Many people who are disappointed in their lives are drawn to the fuss. You need to be very careful of them, because they often do not control their actions, and at night every tenth street sits on such a bastard. But the thing is that rape is the greatest art and only a subtle artist is capable of beautiful rape. You can disagree with me - I do not insist - just in any case there must be a good master. Making love is also necessary to be able, and not a secret that not everyone is able, even despite the fact that there is such an abundant amount of reference books and other advisory literature on this subject. By the way, many, especially experienced ones, consider sexual intercourse to be a work of art. But you can believe me as a professional that rape is a much more multifaceted business.

Of course, I understand that you are not so stupid as to not know what violence is and how dangerous its consequences are. To put it simply, you know about him from movies, magazines and moralizing. The whole trouble is that in everyday life the topic of violence is rarely heard and rests in silence until it is in front of someone in person. Even then, most often, even after its accomplishment, it does not come up, because rape is a personal injury and is intimate, and the victim always seeks to keep the reproach in secret (as was his first kiss).

You ask me why violence is needed, because it is evil. But honey (as I love this girlish naivety in you), you understand, the world is designed in such a way that there will always be two halves in it: dark and light. It’s just that you, living in its light part, think that it is possible to eradicate darkness by universal efforts (for example, by general self-administration of the brain), but even you don’t suspect that it is also indirectly implicated in it. The world cannot live without evil. Evil is not the engine of life, but its whip, which, like a vaccine, stimulates the struggle for existence. Tell me, do you like nature? Of course, yes, why ask, but look at the animal world: there is violence very often there! And yet, in this world everything is in the greatest harmony. Not for nothing, there is a saying "a blessing in disguise." By the way, it is fair and vice versa.

So violence is inevitable. And if you still read carefully, then, of course, I convinced you of this. Not convinced yet only in another bitter fact: it will happen above you in the first place. As it will be? Yes, as you wish: standing, lying, cancer, through the leg - all poses are convenient for me. I have already told you that I have been studying you for a long time and every day I develop new versions of our meeting with you and approaches to your possession (I am an artist, sweet, sophisticated artist).

I will give you, perhaps, one classic textbook example. In the evening you are always careful. You try to walk through lighted and crowded places, avoiding shadows and any suspicious alleys. Well, if you really have to go on the latter, then you hold your ears open and accelerate your step. Good girl. Yes, only naivety is an integral feature of your character, and, unfortunately, you cannot escape from it anywhere.I will not hide and hide. I will be just a lonely passer-by, coming to meet you, and you will still think: "Thank God that I am not alone in this dark, deserted place."

And as soon as we catch up with you, I silently turn around and squeeze your mouth, grabbing you in your iron hands. Sometimes I still use a scarf with chloroform, but I myself don’t really like this thing, because rape should be as natural as possible. No, unfortunately, the gas spray will not help you here either. Not because he is in a beautician and not because you can not free your hands. The fact is that when I grab you, a huge ice wave of horror will cover your consciousness and panic fear will take hold of you. “Lord, has it really happened! Help!". You will not be able to argue about "what would you do if you were attacked." It will be extremely difficult to put down a tantrum and recover. But even if you find strength in yourself, there will be no way out anyway, as I am very strong. Know that resistance only reinforces desire. In the worst case, I’ll have to remind you that it’s useless to resist because I can kill (art requires sacrifice). Here I remember one sad case from my many years of practice. I still regret that girl, she was quite young: But I will not darken my picture with such a sad episode.

So, I am dragging you away, as I planned, around the corner of the house and without undue delay I undress. No, I'm not just unbuttoning your jeans — I need you all. I need your bare resisting legs, your tightening chest, your dodging lips (including sexual). I need to feel the warmth and intimacy of your young body, drink all the sugar from your vagina, take you all.

In addition, your deplorable situation is aggravated by the fact that two opposing beginnings will fight in you: the first is pain, the burden of shame and deep despair, and the second is voluptuousness and growing lust. And very often the latter is so great that it crowds out the first and because of it only gets stronger. You will lose your mind and you will find yourself completely in my limitless power.

I'm not in a hurry and will not mind playing with you. As I said, I will strip you naked and, hugging, I will caress your virgin body like a lover. I will make you tremble with lust and will reveal to you all the boundless lust that has hitherto hitherto hidden in you. Yes, my dear. I always turn my victims into mistresses, and there was not another case when my lover would not languish from yearning.

Do you want me to caress your breasts so that the tight nipples feel the heat of my lips? You will even forget that it is cool outside and that your ass rests directly on a cold and rough stone wall. In addition, it will not be cold for long: I have a special weakness in my butt. I will crouch in the back and twist the bases of your legs so that you can press your promising ass closer to your face, putting your nose between the buttocks and biting their desired flesh. You just relax and feel how nice it is. Squeezing your elastic buttocks tightly in my palms, I push them wide apart and begin to lick the skin stretched between them, moving further and further along the line of fire open to me, poking my head between your bare legs to get closer to the cherished organs. Yes, for dessert, I look at the virginal vagina. I am completely not embarrassed by the moisture on your labia. I fall to them in a passionate kiss and, inhaling the smell of your desire, with a hot tongue I penetrate deep into you as far as possible.

That's when you scream. But you will no longer scream for help, but from the lust that knows no boundaries, eats away at you from inside with an incredible itch. At this moment you will forget about everything in the world: about shame, about mom, about your boy - and you will need only me. How long afterwards you will curse this moment, I do not know, but, honey, that was it. I could not, naked, throw you against the wall in such a state.That is, of course, you could, but you were so excited and so groaned that such an act would have hurt you much more painfully than the rape itself. Therefore, I had to take pity on you and continue to “rape” you (of course, you understand that I mention this term as a joke here, since we are now frankly copulating with you, and it is difficult to say who wants more).

You spread your legs wide and, sticking out your lustful little ass, put your hands on the wall in a submissive wait (the policeman passing by is simply shocked by such emancipation and scratching the back of the head with one hand, and patrolling further in confusion). I take you by the hips and gently push your eager ass on my dick. Suddenly, a sharp pain reduces your vagina, and you make an involuntary cry, but something inside is breaking, and everything passes. Elastic, hot and pulsating flesh penetrates you, and with it somewhere in the abdomen warm waves begin to grow. A sharp jerk - I frantically pulled you to my body at the utmost tension just before the orgasm - and you, no longer able to hold back, stooping and prolonged moaning, surrender to these waves, which are overwhelming you with every heat and voluptuous pleasure.

My dear, I hope that now it has become clear to you why I do not like to use chloroform in such matters and why I can’t stand all sorts of psycho maniacs who just have to shove, pull down and wash off. But I am a terrible person in the sense that I will leave you in the confused, double position of a mistress victim. You never know who I am. Despair will overwhelm you with twice as much force, and you suddenly realize that you have simply been raped. They swept them away and threw them away like an unnecessary thing, having conceived a tumor under the heart, which in nine months would turn into a child who would remind all his life of that fateful bottom. You will understand this when you come to your senses, alone, completely naked, sweaty, all in semen, mixed with virgin blood and other secretions from the abused vagina. The cold will hold you down inside and out. The sobs are stuck in a bitter lump in the throat and break out of the chest, tearing into two hearts. Raped! But, unfortunately, it will be too late to change something. You are in despair, you think about suicide and, ultimately, you fall into a trance. As if something valuable and irreplaceable split inside, letting a terrible crack and completely devastated the soul:

Alas, my dear, this is my main atrocity. I thought for a long time about how to alleviate the suffering of my mistress after our intercourse. Maybe caress and talk? Perhaps it would have calmed her at first, but it would not have healed that terrible spiritual wound in her. And that is why I am telling you - I implore you - do not let your guard down!

Listen, I'm really going to rape you. If I succeed in this - and I am simply convinced of this - then your first big tragedy will happen to you. You, of course, think that this is just a story (in essence, the way it is). But, nevertheless, aren't there too many coincidences: I want to commit violence against you and, for some reason, the story turns out to be yours? I will tell you finally, so be it, one more secret: I literally know everything about you. I think you will begin to explain to yourself that this is specially arranged and all that, but honey, I beg you, just believe and do not strain your head anymore with this trifle - you have a lot to go through in your difficult life.