Just talking to you, hasn't been enough. I want more, no, I need more. We've been friends for months now, I know where you live, what you like to eat, what you do for fun, the fact that you shower before bed, that you like sleeping in, almost all of your pet peeves and dislikes. I know everything a friend should know. But we both know that, that isn't enough. Polite smiles and side hugs? Really? You want me to be OK with just that?
It's never going to work with me. I've been thinking, really hard on how I can convince you to push past the side hug. Give me more than just a sweet polite smile. But it's obvious that it'll never happen, the fact that you're already infatuated with someone else is so painfully obvious. Not like it really matters to me.
Your house isn't safe at all. No one should be able to get in so easily. Finding your personal items, your tablet with a diary? How adorable. I've been reading so much of it, and how unexpected of you to be so filthy. To have such depraved desires? To have someone take advantage of you while you're asleep? To be manhandled? Used? With how you describe it, it's nothing short of getting raped.
Yeah. That's how we can get closer, right? I'm already at your house, I've read through you sick little diary, all I need to do now is make your filthy dreams come true. Hide under your bed, in your closet, behind the shower curtains- wait until you're vulnerable.. No, until you're asleep. Slowly moving closer, groping you with the utmost care. Touching your body, squeezing your breasts, cutting off whatever clothes you are wearing - fingering you, rubbing my ring and middle finger against your clit, waiting for the moment you finally wake up from you proposed wet dream before I pin you down and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
"I'm going to make you mine."
"Your life is over, it's mine now."
"I can't wait to rape your tight little cunt."
"Shut the fuck up, no one's going to come and save you."
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