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shoe has been kicked off and her dress is bunched up around her legs.
The absolute horror she feels shows on her face when she views a hand held recorder on a tripod. The red, blinking light assures her that our sessions are being filmed. She turns her head when she hears hard soled shoes approaching. Up until this point, she hasn’t noted my presence due to her drug induced state. I purposely touch the soles of my shoes on the floor with more force, causing each step to become louder. It sounds as if thunder is clapping, but I can still hear her breathing becoming more labored due to her fear.
I lift her weary head and her mouth literally drops open. I realize then that she recognizes me despite the drugs coursing through her system. I gently stroke her hair to soothe her, assuring her with my words that I don’t want to hurt her. I softly murmur, “This isn’t about hurting you or having sex with you.” A shudder runs through her body and I chuckle, “What? Are you being shy? Now? After all that we have discussed in our sessions?”
I lean into her ear and whisper, “You belong to me now; you’re my test subject. Just think… you will go down in history. You’ll die knowing your life wasn’t in vain. Of course, I won’t be able to reveal you as my test subject but you can die with a sense of knowing you helped others with their bonding issues. You see… it really is quite simple. If you can bond with a monster who has kidnapped you and is holding you against your will, then that means others with your psychological problems can bond even under the most horrific of circumstances.”
Kansas
He left without a word, just commanded me to continue writing and brought lunch in only to leave again. So, I do what he says and I write. I never know what to expect from Trent; he is a hard man. Though I am in his house, under his roof, and never out of his sight, he watches me as if he is a man obsessed. I soak it up like a woman suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and that is not the case. I’m simply a woman who believes in obsession and not love. There is no love for me, there is only Trent’s obsession. I’m tired so I write a short poem before I eat and take a nap.
A predator’s intention……
It is my intention to cause you fear such as you have never known. It is my desire to take your fear to a whole new level of terror.
I can smell your fear as its sweet scent flows through my universe. This small universe that I have created and am permitting you to exist in.
I say these things because you only exist right now because I have allowed it, for if I should choose, I could snuff you out as if extinguishing a candle flame.
I will make you thank me later for allowing you to breathe.
I will mix you a concoction of fear, pain, uncertainty, and arousal such as you have never known.
You see, my curious little prey, these all create very similar physical reactions. My little prey, they have common traits on the emotional side too.
Curious prey, curious prey, let me growl my intentions into your curious ear. I will keep you in a constant state of fear, pain, uncertainty, and arousal. I know exactly what I am doing; I am a skilled and professional predator.
It is my full intention to own you! I will keep you in a constant emotional whirlpool. This is the universe of my making, and you exist in it by my power and by my choice. I want you in a constant state of fear, physical discomfort, pain, uncertainty, and arousal.
I am purposely blurring the lines between your emotions, and your physical sensations. As I do this, I am creating a desire and a craving within you to be manhandled and taken by me.
I am intentionally working you into a state of intense arousal and desperation. I am conditioning you to crave your new life as my prey…
Executioner
“Un-fucking-believable!” I stand with my arms folded over my chest reading what she has written on the computer screen and I am impressed. She
The absolute horror she feels shows on her face when she views a hand held recorder on a tripod. The red, blinking light assures her that our sessions are being filmed. She turns her head when she hears hard soled shoes approaching. Up until this point, she hasn’t noted my presence due to her drug induced state. I purposely touch the soles of my shoes on the floor with more force, causing each step to become louder. It sounds as if thunder is clapping, but I can still hear her breathing becoming more labored due to her fear.
I lift her weary head and her mouth literally drops open. I realize then that she recognizes me despite the drugs coursing through her system. I gently stroke her hair to soothe her, assuring her with my words that I don’t want to hurt her. I softly murmur, “This isn’t about hurting you or having sex with you.” A shudder runs through her body and I chuckle, “What? Are you being shy? Now? After all that we have discussed in our sessions?”
I lean into her ear and whisper, “You belong to me now; you’re my test subject. Just think… you will go down in history. You’ll die knowing your life wasn’t in vain. Of course, I won’t be able to reveal you as my test subject but you can die with a sense of knowing you helped others with their bonding issues. You see… it really is quite simple. If you can bond with a monster who has kidnapped you and is holding you against your will, then that means others with your psychological problems can bond even under the most horrific of circumstances.”
Kansas
He left without a word, just commanded me to continue writing and brought lunch in only to leave again. So, I do what he says and I write. I never know what to expect from Trent; he is a hard man. Though I am in his house, under his roof, and never out of his sight, he watches me as if he is a man obsessed. I soak it up like a woman suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and that is not the case. I’m simply a woman who believes in obsession and not love. There is no love for me, there is only Trent’s obsession. I’m tired so I write a short poem before I eat and take a nap.
A predator’s intention……
It is my intention to cause you fear such as you have never known. It is my desire to take your fear to a whole new level of terror.
I can smell your fear as its sweet scent flows through my universe. This small universe that I have created and am permitting you to exist in.
I say these things because you only exist right now because I have allowed it, for if I should choose, I could snuff you out as if extinguishing a candle flame.
I will make you thank me later for allowing you to breathe.
I will mix you a concoction of fear, pain, uncertainty, and arousal such as you have never known.
You see, my curious little prey, these all create very similar physical reactions. My little prey, they have common traits on the emotional side too.
Curious prey, curious prey, let me growl my intentions into your curious ear. I will keep you in a constant state of fear, pain, uncertainty, and arousal. I know exactly what I am doing; I am a skilled and professional predator.
It is my full intention to own you! I will keep you in a constant emotional whirlpool. This is the universe of my making, and you exist in it by my power and by my choice. I want you in a constant state of fear, physical discomfort, pain, uncertainty, and arousal.
I am purposely blurring the lines between your emotions, and your physical sensations. As I do this, I am creating a desire and a craving within you to be manhandled and taken by me.
I am intentionally working you into a state of intense arousal and desperation. I am conditioning you to crave your new life as my prey…
Executioner
“Un-fucking-believable!” I stand with my arms folded over my chest reading what she has written on the computer screen and I am impressed. She
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