This man is going to rape me and there’s nothing I can do about it.
With a hard shove, he grips the back of my hair and pushes my face into the wet, sick-ridden ground. The sour mess soaks into my cheek, clinging to the stray bits of hair then with a harsh thrust, he rips me in half.
He grunts with every thrust and all the while, I can feel the insides of my thighs being soaked with blood and his slimy orgasm. His hips buck and snap with aggressive thrusts, making my cheek scrape across the rough gravel, fingernails snapping as I claw at the pavement.
Blackness invades my vision as I scrunch my eyes closed, tears dripping from my top lip. “Pl..ease, just stop.”
“That’s it you fucking whore, bleed all over my cock.”
His words are like vicious blades that stab into my fragile body.
I want to fucking die.
I want to fucking kill him.
I want to rip his insides out and feed them to him.
Violent thoughts bash around my mind, their sharp edges cutting into me with every strike and that’s when I decide I’ll never be a victim again.
I’ll never allow a man to get away with this again.
I’ll become the very thing that they all fear, deep down.
A fucking woman, scorned.
There’s nothing quite like a sweet, golden brown, cherry pie straight from the oven. I made this one last night, along with a dozen others and if you want my opinion on how to win a man's heart?
It’s not letting them elbow deep inside your pussy, even though that always goes down a treat. It’s through their stomach, up into the ribs and towards the heart itself with one harsh thrust. Once you’ve got that meaty blob in the palm of your hands, these simple creatures will do anything you ask.
Take Chris here, remember the guy who raped me three years ago? Yeah, that fucker. Took me a while to track him down but I guess luck was on my side when I found him on a dating app, all scrubbed up and swanky with a dirty blonde fade and ankle grazer jeans on; not forgetting the fake Rolex on his wrist.
I swore I’d never forget his face.
These men seem to think that popping a bit of gold in your face and a thick wad of cash will have you bending over, cheeks spread screaming “Fuck me daddy!”Hard pass.
If Chris’s daddy is anything like his son then I think the fuck not.
“You comin’ babe?” Chris shouts from the living room of my penthouse. His voice still makes my blood run cold but now, I’m not to be fucking messed with. I’m not the weak woman I once was.
I’ve grown, changed,evolvedinto something better.
“Hang tight, pookie. Mummy is coming.” I coo whilst rolling my eyes. I cringe at my own words but look, don’t hate me for it, the guys love it. And I mean, theyreally love it.Especially Chris, watch I’ll show you.
Carefully I place the pie onto a plate, along with a pie slicer and carry it through the kitchen into the living room, my red-bottom heels clicking against the granite flooring.
Yes I did treat myself to a new pair using Chris’s credit card details. It’s the least I deserve.
Chris’s face lights up when he spots me walking towards the dinner table, dessert in hand. He picks up the white napkin from his knee and wipes the tomato sauce from around his mouth.
“How was the pizza, pookie?” I say with a sultry smile. Chris groans as he rubs his stomach. “Just perfect, thank you mummy.”
See what I mean.
Placing the pie down, I quickly clear his plate and stack it on top of mine. There’s not a single crumb on the expensive porcelain and I grin at the sight.
I wonder if he knows that he’s just devoured a homemade pizza made from other men. It’s one of my favourite recipes, it always goes down a treat, and the semen I use to mix with the mozzarella is just delicious when it comes straight from the source.
My top tip is, the quicker you can squeeze it out of the severed penis, the more flavourful it is. The glue-like substance meltsbeautifully with the rich cheese and creates a stringier effect when you pull the slices apart.
