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(this story is wrote from the perspective of a male rapist and is loosly based on the teachers story from misao, the horror indie rpg makers game. it is not ment to be offensive or horrible in any way)
maybe i should have stopped by now. its been 21 years since my first girlfriend. ive not always been the most attractive person, i was almost always alone in school and i often got bullied. life at home wasnt much better, my father was a drunk and often beat my mother, who died when i was 14. he drank even more after that, like it would drench the pain. it didnt drench my pain though, he would come home from the bar, hammered and start throwing my around the room.
i mostly stayed in the library after school to avoid him. but even the people in here made fun of me.
i was isolated.
alone.
the next year at school was differant however, a pretty young cutlet came up to me at the back of the school where i ate lunch to avoid people. and she asked to sit next to me!! i asked why and she just shrugged. her name was natalie we didnt talk at all, however she still came back the next day. and the next day. and every day after that for a month.
after that month on the exact day that we met i decided to ask if she had a boyfriend. i was very shy, whenever i talked at home i got beat and whenever i spoke at school i got bullied.
i could feel myself blushing as she looked at me, aubern hair flowing down her pale shoulders like sunlight. she smiled and shook her head. eventually after what seemed like an eternity she said that she was hoping i would ask.
i smiled and we ended up dating. we were going out for a week when i said that i was in love with her. she got freaked out, and tried to leave.
i grabbed her arm and clamped on tightly. she started to squirm, scraming at me to let go. but i wouldnt. i wouldnt let her leave my trap, she screamed but i couldnt let her leave me, i wouldnt!

i stood up slowly and walked over to her. she looked scared, a bead of sweat dropped down the right of her pale face. she had stopped wrigling now and stood that scared stiff.
i will not let you go. i both thought and said aloud. i dug my nails into her skin, her arm began to bleed and she began to cry, sob, gasp, scream to let go. but i wont i will not let you leave me.
i hear someone coming but i dont care i pull her towards me and begin to kiss her she is trying to push me off everytime i lean towars her, she was still sobbing, banging on my chest to let her go.
i softened my grip on her arm, why wouldnt she kiss me?? why didnt she love me?! i pushed her on the ground and clamped my hand around her neck grasping firmly.
why wont you love me?! i shouted.
she writhed around trying to get my hand off of her. one of the teachers came running over but i was seeing red. i let go as the teacher reached us, he asked what i was doing and i ran away.
after that i realised what my problem was. people werent going to love me for who i was. i needed to change my face. so i did. i changed what i looked like and everyone loved me, i became a teacher. i was playing the innocent prey and bringing them into my trap, then i would spring the trap with then inside.
there was this one girl with aubern hair named tilly. she was a raw peice of meat. but things hadnt changed, people only liked me for my looks and not for what i was inside!
and that is why i cannot take it anymore. my dad died when i left home, alcohol poisoning.
according to the news theres been talk about a man aged 35 is going around trapping girls. i think that man must be sick to do something so disgusting. the girls i am with love me. but for the wrong reason. they dont love me for me. they love me for my looks.
that is why im here tonight. im sat in my dads attick. pictures of my mother next to me. she was beautiful. she had pale skin and aubern hair. im glad to be with her one more time. my revolver feels heavy. heavier than usual. if its not quick enough, i have some rope next to me.
there nothing left for me in this world. noone will love me. noone cares.
i have wrote all of this so that people know my story. not just a predetor. im stuck in my own trap, stuck in a fake body.
but i am still myself.
and i choose to end this torcher.
goodbye.
i choose to end the trap where it started the reason why people dont love me for me.
i do not cry for my own pain.
i cry for fear, not being here again.
i cry for the sunlight over the pale sky.
the sunrise through the window gleaming in my eyes.
so i say right now.
goodbye.

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(this story is wrote from the perspective of a male rapist and is loosly based on the teachers story from misao, the horror indie rpg makers game. it is not ment to be offensive or horrible in any way)
maybe i should have stopped by now. its been 21 years since my first girlfriend. ive not always been the most attractive person, i was almost always alone in school and i often got bullied. life at home wasnt much better, my father was a drunk and often beat my mother, who died when i was 14. he drank even more after that, like it would drench the pain. it didnt drench my pain though, he would come home from the bar, hammered and start throwing my around the room.
i mostly stayed in the library after school to avoid him. but even the people in here made fun of me.
i was isolated.
alone.
the next year at school was differant however, a pretty young cutlet came up to me at the back of the school where i ate lunch to avoid people. and she asked to sit next to me!! i asked why and she just shrugged. her name was natalie we didnt talk at all, however she still came back the next day. and the next day. and every day after that for a month.
after that month on the exact day that we met i decided to ask if she had a boyfriend. i was very shy, whenever i talked at home i got beat and whenever i spoke at school i got bullied.
i could feel myself blushing as she looked at me, aubern hair flowing down her pale shoulders like sunlight. she smiled and shook her head. eventually after what seemed like an eternity she said that she was hoping i would ask.
i smiled and we ended up dating. we were going out for a week when i said that i was in love with her. she got freaked out, and tried to leave.
i grabbed her arm and clamped on tightly. she started to squirm, scraming at me to let go. but i wouldnt. i wouldnt let her leave my trap, she screamed but i couldnt let her leave me, i wouldnt!

i stood up slowly and walked over to her. she looked scared, a bead of sweat dropped down the right of her pale face. she had stopped wrigling now and stood that scared stiff.
i will not let you go. i both thought and said aloud. i dug my nails into her skin, her arm began to bleed and she began to cry, sob, gasp, scream to let go. but i wont i will not let you leave me.
i hear someone coming but i dont care i pull her towards me and begin to kiss her she is trying to push me off everytime i lean towars her, she was still sobbing, banging on my chest to let her go.
i softened my grip on her arm, why wouldnt she kiss me?? why didnt she love me?! i pushed her on the ground and clamped my hand around her neck grasping firmly.
why wont you love me?! i shouted.
she writhed around trying to get my hand off of her. one of the teachers came running over but i was seeing red. i let go as the teacher reached us, he asked what i was doing and i ran away.
after that i realised what my problem was. people werent going to love me for who i was. i needed to change my face. so i did. i changed what i looked like and everyone loved me, i became a teacher. i was playing the innocent prey and bringing them into my trap, then i would spring the trap with then inside.
there was this one girl with aubern hair named tilly. she was a raw peice of meat. but things hadnt changed, people only liked me for my looks and not for what i was inside!
and that is why i cannot take it anymore. my dad died when i left home, alcohol poisoning.
according to the news theres been talk about a man aged 35 is going around trapping girls. i think that man must be sick to do something so disgusting. the girls i am with love me. but for the wrong reason. they dont love me for me. they love me for my looks.
that is why im here tonight. im sat in my dads attick. pictures of my mother next to me. she was beautiful. she had pale skin and aubern hair. im glad to be with her one more time. my revolver feels heavy. heavier than usual. if its not quick enough, i have some rope next to me.
there nothing left for me in this world. noone will love me. noone cares.
i have wrote all of this so that people know my story. not just a predetor. im stuck in my own trap, stuck in a fake body.
but i am still myself.
and i choose to end this torcher.
goodbye.
i choose to end the trap where it started the reason why people dont love me for me.
i do not cry for my own pain.
i cry for fear, not being here again.
i cry for the sunlight over the pale sky.
the sunrise through the window gleaming in my eyes.
so i say right now.
goodbye.