Abduction Chicken

"That's fucking right. I do." I reached down with my free hand and pushed down Jessica's shorts and panties to her knees. I used the knife to cut open her tank top, and yanked her bra down below her breasts.

"You're in charge! You have all the power. I won't fight you. I swear, I love you. I want you to get everything you want."

Jessica's pussy was dripping wet when I forced my cock into her. We were both looking right into one another, me grunting and groaning, just using her pussy as a hole. No matter what my intentions had been before, if my character had followed her and obsessed about her - if I had loved her - once my cock was inside, she was nothing more than a piece of flesh. She was a warm hole. I wanted to strip away everything, her persona; the things she loved about herself, her dignity and any sense of self esteem: gone. All that remained was the ugliness. The character I was playing wouldn't be satisfied until Jessica was as unlovable as he was, until she was unlovable as I was. Seeing Jessica so clearly, reflecting my own self hatred back at me, I wasn't raping this beautiful, half Asian girl with long dark hair. I was raping myself.

Jessica kept saying over and over, sobbing out the words as I raped her, "I promise, I love you. Please believe me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is all my fault"

It had all become way too real for either one of us to be playing a role anymore. Her whole life, Jessica felt unworthy of anyone's love. Growing up in a home surrounded by violence, she walked on eggshells, desperate not to upset anyone, knowing that if she did it could end with her father beating her mother, or her mother beating her. Was she apologizing to me or was she apologizing to them? I think maybe both. In my eyes I reflected back the ugliness she learned to accept at too young of an age. Whether it was true or not it was true to us. Deep down she felt like she deserved everything that was happening to her. And deep down I felt like this was the only way I could ever make someone love me.

I came inside of Jessica as tears streamed out of my eyes. "Please. I need to touch your face. I have to. Please let me use my hands."

And my mind turned to mush, in the midst of the orgasm. I forgot about the weeks of following and stalking her. I forgot about grabbing her in the parking lot of her apartment complex. I forgot about driving her around in my truck, trying to fill her with fear. I rolled a little to my side and reached underneath, cutting the zip-tie around her wrist, and then setting the knife down on the nightstand. My cock still pulsing, Jessica reached up to touch my face, gently stroking my beard. "You see, everything's going to be OK. See how good this feels?"

Her lips kissed all over me and I collapsed on top of her, sobbing into her neck. "Shhh, it's OK. I'm here for you now. I love you and everything will be OK."

I lost myself in her smell, in her words, in all the self-hatred I never expected to feel. Maybe I did deserve her. Maybe she could love me. I let these never before considered possibilities fill me with hope, totally forgetting about the knife on the nightstand, just at the edge of Jessica's reach.