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A victim literally escaped Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment naked with a hole drilled in his head and unable to speak but police let Dahmer take him back to his apartment like everything was ok!

And I guess he doesn’t count as a serial killer but Eric Harris had already been making threats and harrassing students to an extreme degree before Columbine- police literally had a search warrant but they just never acted on it. If they had, they would have found the guns and pipe bombs and the shooting could have been easily prevented. They even tried to cover this up afterwards.

This is know as man fleeting or something, and it happens with poc moving to white suburbs in usa too, but what i want to talk about is how when woman start to get into something, like orchestra, the value of it decreases and everyones salary gets lower

There's something so special about xenosophonts like yourself, Terran. When I realized it, I nearly fell over in my seat. It's as if I, Rubranea Locii, Seventh Bloom (She/Her) had been given a personal gift. I set about studying your little homeworld, your little people.

If you're listening to this transmission, you're most likely a feralist rebel. You might say feralists are anathema to the Compact's whole thing.

But not to mine.

See, to me, Terrans are adorable, but... in a different way than my peers. I LOVE their panicked breathing. Their moans of pain and pleasure (often mixed!) Their trembling voices once you've broken them. Their confidence, when you've built them back up.

I went blooms without engaging in any of my fantasies. Endured my friends, my lovers, debating me about whether or not it's predatory. I thought it was rather the point... and I will be humiliated no longer.

So, here's the deal. I'm going to put this file out into space. Any of you feralists listen to it and enjoy it? You'll be the proper subjects for my attentions.

That special thing, I mentioned earlier? It's that Terrans never fixed their biological hangup. You're a prey animal. No different from Oryctolagus cuniculus, the Holland Lop. A little, fluffy bunny.

That's what you really are, fluffy Terran. A scared little lop. If you saw me, you wouldn't coldly evaluate the best method to take me down, or even to escape. You'd feel your pulse race as adrenaline floods your system, and probably discharge that little weapon you have. Knowing your prey would mean aiming for the Core, but you... don't know anything.

Head-empty fluffy bunny. Good little piece of prey. It is trivial to use brute strength against you, weak thing. I prefer to study my targets. I prefer to set little surprises. Don't worry, your injuries won't be permanent. Only extremely painful.

And little bunnies like you love to run, and jump, and play. It's just such a scary universe, you don't know if you're allowed. I'm allowing you bunny. After I snare you, I'll nurse you back to health, so we can play again and again. I will hone your instincts, so the game is that much more fun. I will make you perfect.

Pretty little bunny. You just want an owner to take care of you. You just want to feel Owner deep inside, after an extended day of hunting. After your legs give out, from the chase. Owner will pick you up, hold you close, and take care of you. Everything will be perfect.

You've already chosen to fall for me by continuing to listen to my voice, but then again... I can't blame you. A pretty voice promising pleasure and punishments, in equal measure. I'd fold too, if I were you. Just let my tendrils sink in deeper, down down down...

Isn't it so scary, out there? In that big galaxy. Hiding from inevitability. Everything's so loud, and big. And bright. You'd prefer a dark, quiet room. One where your thoughts can go quiet, too. Where you can flop near Owner.

It's okay. Flop. Lay your floofy head down and listen.

I'll teach you about Good Bunny Thoughts.

Good bunnies want quiet. Good bunnies want comfort. Good bunnies want - nothing~

Nothing but the warm embrace of Owner. Letting Owner slip inside their pretty bunny bodies whenever She wishes. Wherever She wishes.

Bunnies want to snuggle. Bunnies want to relax and let their Owner in. Bunnies want to rest.

But aren't bunnies known for something else, too?

Isn't there something inside you, that wants to feel Owner? That yearns for Her to fill that delicate little feralist bunny body? It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Just listen, Bunny. Pay attention.

Good Bunny Thoughts

Please, Owner. Let pretty bunny breed. Pretty bunny needs to breed with Owner~ silly stupid bunny needs Owner. Pretty please, Owner, cum in my dumb bunnyhole~ fuck your pathetic little dumb slutty bunny...

Can't speak. Bunnies don't do that.

Can't say no~ Bunnies don't do that~

Good bunnies want to fuck.

Good bunnies want to cum.

Good bunnies want to breed.

Isn't that right? Silly little dumb bunnies like you just want to feel Owner filling them up, just want to curl their toes while they snuggle.

Please Owner, fill up your pretty dumb bunny slut, please Owner let bunny fuck, cum, breed... dumb bunnies only good for fuck, cum, breed. Little dumb head empty bunny. Silly little bunny.

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You fucked up again. The thought slides slippery through your brain as the alraune offers you more nectar.

You were... supposed... You were adventuring and... fuck...

You can't form a cohesive thought as the sap coats your throat. The alraune's vines wrap around you tighter, pulling you close against her. Her giggles fill your ears, drowning out the distant thrum of panic.

What were you doing again?

Another drop of sap tastes your tongue, and you forget the answer. Vines crawl over you, writhing and wriggling, sliding in and out of you.

You were supposed to be doing... something... and then... but you...

All you can do is start and stop, shuddering into an orgasm you barely recognize.

You need to get out of here. You need... to... relax? Relaxing seems nice. And the sap tastes so good. And the vines make you feel so good. Why do you need to get out of here?

You pulse with another orgasm, the alraune drinking every last drop up.

All you can do is moan. You thought you were standing, but she's holding you. It's very nice of her, you're really sleepy.

You suckle down more sap eagerly. You just need a minute, then you'll remember.

It's probably not that important.

The alraune giggles again, dumb and ditzy... or maybe that's you. Oh well... you... have... oh never mind. It's so much easier to just float. You drift, drinking and cumming.

You're drooling, but she's got your hands all tangled up in vines. Maybe it's okay, she wouldn't be fucking your face if she was worried about a mess.

This is what's so fucked up about "nothing that requires the labor of others is a human right".

The labor is already being done under capitalism. The laborers are already being underpaid under capitalism.

When you propose removing the greedy profiteers and paying the workers a reasonable wage, people call that "slavery" while they have no problem with the current system.