getting kidnapped by an obsessed pervert bc i am pure of heart
"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
what they dont tell you about the field of Being Chained To Radiators In Someones Basement is that its ALL networking and word of mouth. you can never find it on indeed or whatever you really have to put yourself out there and really the job finds you. sometimes the job suddenly finds you vulnerable and walking home alone late at night. happened to my buddy once
i wish someone would pet and love me unconditionally like a dog (remembers people follow me and see my posts) ive actually never cared about or wanted anything
At a Halloween party with your shitty boyfriend, he’s dressed up as something cheesy from a horror movie, something with a mask. Ghostface or Jason or someone.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back and it’s secretly Johnny. (Same costume, what are the chances?) You think he’s just really drunk, more touchy than usual.
Soap is going to town getting nasty with it, huffing and groaning into your ear, grinding against you, feeling you up.
You’re honestly enjoying the attention until he slides his fingers up your skirt. Full hand cupping your cunt.
He daggers you on the dance floor and you try to protest, but you’re drunk too (he’s been bringing you (roofied) drinks) and he overpowers you.
You cum on his fingers and he drags you into the alley to rail you until you pass out. Takes you home after.
You wake up in the morning in your bed and don’t realize anythings wrong until you find the strange man in your kitchen.
Hey babe, you hungry?




