Novel & Cerita The Rape Of The Mind

“I’d rape her, have my way with her time and time again, even when she begged me to stop. Even when she said no to me repeatedly, said that she didn’t want to do it. Begged me to spare her. Begged me not to fuck her up the ass, begged me not to fuck her tight sweet fucking pussy. But I never listened. She belonged to me. Her body was mine for the taking. Did I care for her permission? No. If I couldn’t have her… “Nobody could. “I recorded a sex tape of the rape, to threaten her with if she ever tried to escape me. If she ever tried to run away. Said I’d have it sold to sick-minded fucks who’d kill for a wank, a masturbation over that delicious body. Who enjoyed watching forceful sex. And it

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.

, his evil mind snickered as if trying to whitewash the crime he was about to commit! But what about the monster buried deep in you that was about to fuck her even when she verbally refused, is this you? However filthy she is, how could you even think of doing something like this to a woman? This low you've stooped yourself to give her the agony and ache?? Were you going to make yourself rapist for a woman, a woman who's a slut already, who's already defamed your opulence???, his mind chided venomously...as if questioning his own character, if he's turn mentally demented for her.

for Clarice. She was often dragged to the solitary confinement cell without reason and brutally beaten. By the end of it, her body would end up covered in bruises and blood. It was a gruesome sight. Even the other patients began to pile on the abuse with the doctor’s approval. In the face of the endless rounds of torment, Clarice eventually realized she had no chance of leaving this place. She fell unusually silent and no longer tried to fight back against the abuse. All she did was stare blankly at the wall for hours at a time.

Kate’s mind battled with her body. She wanted to move, but somehow she felt stuck. It was as if her brain was working against her body. Sweat began to trickle down her face. Her hand trembled from the grip on the file. The confession in her hand was a nightmare she never expected to encounter. The truth she had hunted was now strangling her. She felt tightness in her neck as if a ghost was choking her to death.

It was almost midnight and he surely didn’t want to wake his parents. He attached his lips to Daniel.. "Scream now baby.. Say it out loud." He whispered while palming his hard dick on his shorts. And his ears were blessed to drink all sounds he was listening to. He was rubbing his hand up and down adding to the much needed friction while rubbing himself on Daniel's thigh. Daniel wrapped his arms around Russell and softly turned them upside down. "Did I tell you Russ, you are a bad boy". Daniel bit his lip... "Oh am I? Then PUNISH ME Daniel Martinez. Punish me so that I would never repeat the mistake". Russel lifted his head just to say in his ear, biting his lower lip in a seductive manner

Seeing the lines of comments scrolling by, I stayed calm, expression unreadable. Since I was little, I'd known the truth: everything in this world was a lie. All of us were just characters in a story, made for someone else's amusement like toys. Because of that, I'd grown up lonely and strange and ended up with selective mutism. I didn't think much of it myself. It was only my mother who suffered, always trying to make me happy. "Let go of me! That old man only broke his leg. He can still move his hands. Why can't he be our goalie? And anyway, he wanted to exercise himself—"

Beggar Storm’s yells do nothing to help me keep those memories from attacking me. Only my name, only one name would help me now. And I never told him my name, I never told any of them who I am. There's no changing that now. The darkness of my mind is taking over, my nightmare a living reality. The only thing I can do is let it happen, relive that which has haunted me, see his face, smell the breath I wish was retched, and feel those fingers squeezing my throat until it constricts, until my vision blurs as he rapes me, over and over,

A sob left her lips when she remembered how she had been raped by those men, and she shut her eyes tightly to block the images from flooding into her mind. Even while closing her eyes, she could still see them. She could hear her cries of plea. She could hear the sounds of the blows and slaps thrown her way. She could hear the whimpers that had escaped her. She could see the images. The images of those vile men filling her up with their irritating manhood were stuck to her mind.

A vivid imagination of Angelo Manzini about to break down her door birthed an even more grisly imagination in Moira’s head; rape. Rough, forced sex in the guise of a husband rightly demanding his conjugal rights; rape all the same. She imagined the entire gang of low-lives watching and cheering their boss as he violated her. Clearly, her resistance and screaming would not deter the monster from getting his satisfaction.