#kidnapper bf

Rapist who realizes he’s falling in love with his past victim because he can’t stop masturbating to the memory of her. Rapist who uses the same pair of ripped up panties he stole from her as a cum rag to jerk off into every single time, because it gives him a high like no other. Rapist who took polaroids of her while she was tied up, and now he keeps them everywhere - in his wallet, in the glove box of his car, tacked to the ceiling above his bed. Rapist whose cock throbs every single time he remembers something about that night; the way she cried, the way she was dressed, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. Rapist who eventually caves to his own obsession and starts stalking that same victim again, after all that time had passed, because there’s just something about her. She’s just too perfect for him. She’s stuck in his head and won’t ever leave. She was the best girl he ever had. She’s the one.

Spam likers will be kidnapped and chained to my bed post

Apologetic rapist who says he can’t stop when you beg him to. Apologetic rapist who tells you he couldn’t help himself, that you’re simply too beautiful for him to resist, that the way you were acting around him tonight sent him over the edge. Apologetic rapist who admits he’s been dreaming of this very moment, ever since he first set his sights on you. Apologetic rapist who keeps complimenting you in ways that make you sick to your stomach; how that dress looks so much better tattered and torn, how your eyes look so much prettier with tears in them, how cute you look with your makeup smeared across your face, how your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock feels better than he could’ve ever imagined. Apologetic rapist who says he’s sorry over and over again before emptying himself inside of you, holding you close and kissing you all over as he fills you up, telling you it’s okay as you cry in his arms.