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It's 1:00 in the morning. I wake up from nightmares. I still remember how you were there. You said let's walk on the beach. You always liked to walk fast. I enjoyed slowly strolling, feeling the sand beneath my feet, holding hands, listening to the surf, feeling the warmth of the rising sun breaking through the morning fog, and watching and hearing the seagulls.
Back at the beach house you said you'd make us breakfast. You told me to go take a shower. The warm shower water on my skin felt so nice. It felt like a massage.
I only had a towel around me when I walked into the kitchen to see how breakfast was coming along. What you were cooking smelled delicious. My long straight hair was brushed but still wet. I had just put on my deodorant after also brushing and flossing my teeth. I had also sprayed on some perfume. I knew putting on perfume was silly if I put on the wet bath towel again but I didn't care. I did it anyway. I was always doing things anyway back then.
I was a young, innocent, naive teen. You were a grown man. One would think you would know what you were doing was both wrong and illegal. You didn't care. You particularly didn't care about me.
I think about how you pulled off my bath towel in the kitchen. I stood there nude. I remember how you looked me over. You examined me with your eyes squinted. I was actually only your latest prey.
You quietly lifted me up like a rag doll. You turned off the stove. I thought we were going to eat the food you had prepared for breakfast. Instead you devoured me.
I keep thinking how you kept thrusting in and out of me. I sat on the kitchen counter with my legs spread wide wondering what had gotten into you. What had I done to deserve this unusual life?
You grunted as you rhythmically thrusted. I held on to your neck. Your neck felt leathery. Wrinkled. Old. I remember you closed your eyes when you ejaculated in me. It appeared you greatly enjoyed it.
It always felt odd when I felt your ejaculate drip down my legs and drip in puddles and drops on the floor. I was so young, my completely hairless juvenile body contrasted against your larger hairy flesh of human adult anatomy. Anatomically even your facial whiskers you pressed against me hurt my soft tender sensitive skin.
I realize now you never cared about me. You never even loved me. You were only interested in yourself. That beach house was just a ruse to fool me. You wanted to make me feel isolated and alone, and cause me to feel dependent upon you. That's why you took me to that beach house. It wasn't because you actually loved me. It was because you needed to isolate me. You needed to keep me in a spot I couldn't fight back or even get help.
You were always a very dangerous cunning predator.
Do you still dream about me in your state prison cell? You will have many years in prison to think about me. Was that fling you did with me worth it?
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