The Nearest Person to be affected by it.
I looked in at her and I can see the pain in her. She is still trying to recover from her ordeal, and now she looks like any other patient in her hospital gown and her right leg in the cast. She is also not able to move as she has suffered a major dislocation of her spine on her. She is lying on a series of sling to alleviate the pressure on her spine. So if you are passing by, you would had gasped at her condition as a victim of a bad fall or an accident. But if you do know her true ordeal like myself, you would had thrown up your last meal, but I would not as I am perpetrator of that ordeal.
I caused her to be in that condition.
I raped her and she is my latest victim.
I took the opportunity to club her mother and snatch her away. She fought hard but I hit her harder. She suffered my blows and I threw her into the car. It was not a long ride to my home and I kept her there for two days. I enjoyed myself on her innocent body. I smiled at her pleading eyes and I muffled her cries for help. But I be darned if I am going to regret my action for that on her. If she had not to tried to fight so hard like the previous victim, she would be walking today like a normal person, but this vixen fought hard. I had to break her leg to show her what pains feels like. I was hurt by her kick but she hurt more than me now.
I lost count on how many times I had her, but each time was more satisfying than the last. I don't know what these young girls do to me but I am pleased. I used to pay them money like the ones I picked from the streets but those are always faking it. These ones I caught are not, as I feel every pleasure as they do. But they never stay long like the ones I paid. Its done and they want to leave. I tell them I have no more money but they laughed at me. They tell me, pay up or its gets shut up.
I can't live without it. I need it. I have no choice, but to get it myself. It was harder the first time, and then the second was easy and then the third just comes naturally. But this fourth one fought hard and she broke her back running away. I took pity on her and brought her here. I was the fool to trust them not to tell, but they all did. They point at me and tell the truth.
But do they want to hear mine, I guess not.
The truth from me would hurt them more. I would just keep silent and let them do what they want with me. Just like what I asked of them before.
Was it that hard to connect the missing link between us?
The person who was made to be the victim.
I looked at her and hated her. She caused me this pain and yet she is trying to comfort herself with the tears. But there are no comforts for me as I am the victim of the real pain. You told me it was a short walk and we would enjoyed it. But did you really know what was going to happen later.
No, you did not. You did not know as you were lying there on the ground unmoving. I wished you ahd stay that way.
Do you know that you left me there to be taken by that man,. You let him take me away. I screamed for you but you just did not move. He hit me hard to silence me.
But what he did later was worse. The bastard raped me for two days, Mother.
Two days of him ravaging my body with his and the pain that comes. Did you feel it then? Or have you ever felt it like that? I doubt so as you were never raped. But I was. Or am then. Bastard hurt me and I fought. I screamed but no one came. Only he did come everytime and everytime it was never the same. He just more things to me. He knows no boundary but his own. I kicked him hard at where he may hurt more but he broke my knee for it. But I fought with every energy while he laughs at me. There was no mercy given and I gave him none too. I scratched and I bit him but he still come on everytime. I could still smell the bastard now.
I hate him as much as I hate you. All he ever gave me was one opportunity of careless, and I ran but I fell on my escape. It broke my back and he came to see me. I thought he would kill me then but he did not. He actually carried me here and left me here. The bastard has the decency to save my life. I gusss he has the missing link to see me alive instead of dead in the woods. So do I be thankful for his action like yours? I guess not, as both of you caused me pain. You brought me there and he brought me back to you.
Both of you are the missing link to make this happened to me.
The person who perpetrate the action.
I looked in at her and I can see the pain in her. She is still trying to recover from her ordeal, and now she looks like any other patient in her hospital gown and her right leg in cast. She is also not able to move as she has suffered a major dislocation of her spine on her. She is lying on a series of sling to alleviate the pressure on her spine. So if you are passing by, you would had gasped at her condition as a victim of a bad fall or an accident. But if you do know her true ordeal like myself, you would had thrown up your last meal, but I would not as I am perpetrator of that ordeal.
I caused her to be in that condition.
I raped her and she is my latest victim.
I took the opportunity to club her mother and snatch her away. She fought hard but I hit her harder. She suffered my blows and I threw her into the car. It was not a long ride to my home and I kept her there for two days. I enjoyed myself on her innocent body. I smiled at her pleading eyes and I muffled her cries for help. But I be darned if I am going to regret my action for that on her. If she had not to tried to fight so hard like the previous victim, she would be walking today like a normal person, but this vixen fought hard. I had to break her leg to show her what pains feels like. I was hurt by her kick but she hurt more than me now.
I lost count on how many times I had her, but each time was more satisfying than the last. I don't know what these young girls do to me but I am pleased. I used to pay them money like the ones I picked from the streets but those are always faking it. These ones I caught are not, as I feel every pleasure as they do. But they never stay long like the ones I paid. Its done and they want to leave. I tell them I have no more money but they laughed at me. They tell me, pay up or its gets shut up.
I can't live without it. I need it. I have no choice, but to get it myself. It was harder the first time, and then the second was easy and then the third just comes naturally. But this fourth one fought hard and she broke her back running away. I took pity on her and brought her here. I was the fool to trust them not to tell, but they all did. They point at me and tell the truth.
But do they want to hear mine, I guess not.
The truth from me would hurt them more. I would just keep silent and let them do what they want with me. Just like what I asked of them before.
Was it that hard to connect the missing link between us?
Footnote:
You may questioned me on the title Missing Link. All three of them are looking for the missing link to the event like in why, how, and what did happened? Kick back you feedback if you felt I was wrong to use the term "missing link".
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