So you have been going
through a rough self-esteem related crisis and you need an instant ego boost.
Your boyfriend turned out to be a homosexual and has been sleeping with your
next door neighbour. You’re wasted and probably drugged. It’s too hazy to
remember. You wanted to die, but committing suicide should not be an option.
It’s too strenuous to kill yourself. So you create a ploy; you are to get
raped. You want to celebrate your beauty in the best, most erotic way there is.
Maybe at the end of the situation, you can get the rapist to kill you. It’s a
win-win situation.
Step 1
Shop for new clothes.
They do not have to be extremely promiscuous, it’s just that you need something
new before you die. Make yourself up, put on your favourite perfume.
Step 2
Get on your car and hit
the nearest club. Order a frozen margarita; exchange smiles with the bartender.
He could be a good prospect for a rapist. You realize he’s not steaming enough to
be your perfect rapist so you leave the bar and hit the dance floor.
Step 3
You spot a few good
possibilities. You drink your margarita, slowly lick your lips and dance like a
hoe. You’re about to die. No one will give a fuck about your reputation.
Step 4
Choose the best looking
guy in the club, approach him. Flirt a little. Laugh. Smile. Touch his arms. He
offers you a drink, you take it. You assume he’s put some drug in it to possibly
rape you.
Step 5
Pretend you’re wasted
and out of your mind. Walk out of the club and walk tipsily to the parking lot.
Step 6
Congratulations. We
have a winner. The guy is going to rape you. You release a tiny smile, a grin
maybe.
Step 7
You are probably hoping
he’d drag your hair or something more brutal but instead he walks up to you and
offer to take you home.
Step 8
What a shithead, you’d
think. Maybe he plans to take you somewhere darker, safer for him to carry out
his plans. You get your hopes high.
Step 9
You can’t wait any
further. So you finally ask him if he’s going to rape you. You freak him out.
Step 9
He tells you how much
he likes you. You laugh, sarcastically.
Step 10
You feel as if he’s
going to take your laugh offensively and stop the car. He does. You’re excited.
Finally, you are getting raped.
Step 11
He looks uneasy and
you’re fed up of the foreplay. It’s not even erotic anymore. So you kiss him
and stick your tongue down his throat. He kisses you back. You feel happy.
Step 12
The murder seemed not
possible as of the moment but somehow along the process you’ll figure something
out to get him to kill you so you get along with the act.
Step 13
You have been kissing
for a couple of minutes and it starts to bore you. You unzip his pants and
unbutton his black velvet polo shirt. He does the same; pulls down the zipper
on your black dress.
Step 14
You intend to leave him
hanging and then he might kill you. So start kissing him on the neck, on his
chest.
Step 15
He thrusts his manhood
inside you. You take it wholeheartedly. The rape is finally happening. You concede
to make it seem more rape-ish other than mere sexual intercourse.
Step 16
He screams and he moans
on a fluctuating rhythm. It’s a signal he’s ready for his climax. You smile.
You whisper, “kill me now”. He stops. Damn it.
Step 17
Ask him why he stopped.
He answers you; he’ll never do such thing. You sign in disappointment. He starts
driving to your house. In desperation, you reach for the gun.
Step 18
You would not know what
to do because you’re already dead.
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