For three weeks I watched her, followed her home, studied her schedule, monitored her classes, then I cornered her and raped her, it was me, I raped her and I’d do it again. It felt empowering, she cried, and it got me so hard. I knew she wanted it, it didn’t take much to get her wet, maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was a fantasy she always had, I don’t know. Still though, it was me, I raped her, and I left her there at the marina all by herself. I made her get on her knees and sit there as I put the revolver in her mouth. I told her only three of the six slots were loaded fifty fifty chance to live or die, it was actually empty, but she didn’t know that, I pulled the trigger and it clicked, empty. I told her it was her lucky day, she gets to live so I can r*** her again, then I left her there.
I know she hates black people, but I made her take it, it’s just my nature, I have to show these dumb girls I can take whatever I want. Fear is power.
I’m watching you Liddie, I know everything about you now, hope you saw fireworks this fourth of July, I sure did, bless America.