Jahseh...

It was now 7:27pm. It's almost time for me to lurk around and find my next fatality.

After covering my face tattoos with the make up I had, making sure none of it smudged, I pulled on my all black hoodie.

I walked into my closet and pulled my old camouflage bucket hat from the top shelf.

I dusted it off and placed it on my head. This was needed for me to protect my identity if the hoodie didn't work.

When a woman would walk by, I can easily adjust it, covering my eyes. Plus, the street lights shining down on it casts a shadow right over half of my face.

I grabbed the duct tape and I was out.

....

I walked along the damp streets of Florida, thinking to myself.

Once I find her, it's going to be rough, raunchy sex 'cause I'm not feeling too nice today... I didn't have my daily dose of weed yet.

I sat on a nearby bench and pulled out my phone, scrolling through it, trying not to come off as suspicious.

Little did they know, I was watching like a fucking hawk.

Seconds later, to my surprise, a thick one walked right past me. It usually takes me about half an hour to find a good one.

I watched as she walked further down the sidewalk until I got up to do the same.

I followed quietly behind her, eyeing her down. Luckily, she's alone.

She had shopping bags in both hands, so I'm assuming she came from a near by store or something. But, she's dumb as fuck.

Why would she be walking around with no company knowing I'm lurking around these streets??

Oh well. Easier for me.

I continued to trail behind her as she approached her car.

"Excuse me, miss." I interrupted. "I can help with those bags."

She smiled politely, "It's fine. I got it."

"No, no. I insist!" I pushed towards her.

"Sir, I said it was fine." She quickly shoved them in the back seats of her car.

And that's when I quickly shoved her into the back seat, took the waist belt from her jacket and tied her hands with it, finally, taping her mouth shut.

I grabbed the keys that had fell onto the ground and hopped in the driver's seat, stepping on the gas.

All I heard was shuffling and shrieks slipping from behind the duct tape as I drove down the dark Florida streets.

I looked at her though the rear-view mirror. "Shh, don't worry. I'm sure you gon' love it, baby girl." I winked.

She began crying but I ignored it. Either way she was going to get raped, so what's the use?

...

I pulled into the abandoned alley, got out, gathered her from the back seat and pushed her against the car hood.

I hovered over her, "Look, we can do this the easy way. You can just take the dick and go home like nothing happened or you could scream like a bitch and get your ass beat right here." I said ripping off the tape, causing her to shriek. "Which one will it be?"

She never replied, she just looked me dead in the eye and trembled from fear right below my body. I assumed she was taking the easy way.

I unbuttoned her coat and flipped her onto her stomach, motioning to untie the knot holding her wrist firmly in place.

"Once I untie this, you better not try anything dumb 'cause I will knock ya lights out. Got it?" I pushed my bucket hat out the way, so I could see what i was doing.

"Y-yes." She weakly responded.

I came closer to her body, pressing my eager friend against her ass which made me kinda excited. I untied the knot and flipper her onto her back.

"Strip." I commanded.

She did as told, but she was moving like a fucking snail. Sniffling and shit..

"Faster! I don't got all day!"

She jumped to the sound of my voice, pulling off her clothes in a hurry.

I took off my shirt as I felt the cold rain drops splash against my bare skin. It was only drizzling though.

I hovered over her again, but she stopped me before I could do any thing else.

"I-It's cold... can I at least put my shirt on?" She asked, below a whisper.

It wasn't even that fucking cold, but whatever.

I sighed, "Fine go ahead, damn."

"No strings attached though woman." I warned her as she settled back down from putting her shirt on.

She scoffed, "Feelings for a fucking rapist? Sir, are you crazy?"

"You're saying that now. Just watch when I drill into you with this." I said pointing at my member. "And when did you grow balls? Just a second ago you were stuttering and crying and shit.."

She rolled her eyes, "Either way I'm going to be raped."

"At least you know. But don't get too fresh, I might beat you down right here."

She gulped and I laughed.

...

I slid my hands up her shirt and began licking her neck, thorougly.

She , moaned, "I-I fucking hate you... One I get o-outta this... you're gonna be... l-locked up." She said in between wails.

I chuckled against her smooth skin, "Yeah, right. Wanna know what would happened if you did that, lil' mama?"

I sorta felt her nod.

"I'd kill you."

And that's whens she froze up and stopped breathing.

I laughed, "Lighten up." I tapped her cheek, bringing her back to life, "Just cooperate."

Ha, I got her all shook and shit. Oh well, still gotta bust a nut.

I pushed deeper inside of her, grabbing at her hair, going at at a steady pace. I was just hitting from the back and I was going in hard, I was like a fucking monster that was waiting to be unleashed to devour it's prey. The again, I'm a monster in general.

I flipped her back onto her back. Then, my speed slightly increased as I watched her D-cups bounce up and down. I felt myself erecting inside of her, but she was so tight! It felt good, though. I was eventually going to get her loose.

She begin sinking her nails into my back. I couldn't really feel the sharp pain, 'cause my mind was elsewhere.

Within a few more thrusts, I came as she collapsed onto her car hood, deeply breathing.

She scrambled up and put on all her clothes.

"There." She glared at me. "You've gotten what you wanted, now leave me alone! Don't ever pop up on me like that again!" She yelled, grabbing her coat from the damp ground.

I took a step closer and tilted my bucket hat, cloaking my eyes. "Or what??"

She gulped and scurried into her car, speeding off.

I laugh, "What a scary ass bitch."

I pulled on my hoodie and walked back home. The alley was pretty close to it, all you had to do was make a left.

...

I listened as my Vans splashed in the babyish puddles left behind by the light rainfall. I wish it was raining still, for some reason it's quite soothing. it help me get my mind straight.

(This reminds me of "Everyone dies in their Nightmares".)

Before I went home, I made a little stop at Ski's house. He's the one that supplies a jit' with weed and also my ex-best vrother.

I walked up to his door step and knocked, and to my suprise, he answered under 5 seconds. Usually I wait like 10 minutes just for him to answer the damn door.

"Yo?" He said, dapping me.

"Weed, vro." I requested.

"Hold up." He said, going to fetch it.

I pushed my back against the door frame and waited as it slowly began to pour. I couldn't wait to walk home in this.

"Here you go." He said, handing me a sandwich bag full of it. "It should last you a week. Unless you smoke it all in one day..." He glared at me.

I laughed, "Shut up. I won't"

He shrugged. "Aight, catch me outisde brutha." He dapped me once again.

I laughed, "Aight." I said turning to leave.

As soon as i stepped off his door step, the rain hit me. It wasnt a bad hit, it was a good one. It felt really good actually. I lifted my head towards the sky, allowing it to cover my face with it's cold droplets.

....

I got home and dove right into the couch. I pulled out the fairly-wet baggie and rolled myself up a fat one. During the process of smoking it, I re-tweeted a couple of tweets, only for them to be deleted within 6 hours.

Once i was finished lurking on social medias, I logged out and pulled off all my damp clothing, leaving me in my undershirt and boxers.

I connected my TV to my Itunes and played "17", the first song being Save me.

I kicked my feet up and exhaled a huge cloud, "So save me..."

~

Tonight's Victim...

I scrambled into my house and locked the door behind me, dropping all my shopping bags onto the floor, whipping my phone out from my coat pocket. I dialed 911.

"Y-yes! Hello?" I stuttered.

"911, ma'am. What's your emergency?"

"I was raped in the alley near the outlet not too long ago!"

"Ma'am calm down and tell me who did it, or at least what he looked like."

"He was about 5'6 or 7, light skinned, he had a bucket had on so I couldn't really see his facial features."

"Ma'am, they're are many people with those features in Florida. Can you be more descriptive??"

I sighed, "No."

"Then how are we supposed to be an assistance to you?"

"Can i just come in and describe what I saw to you? Like, y'know hire a sketch artist?? I can describe it to an artist better 'cause they can draw exactly what I'm telling them."

"Fine, ma'am. Come in tomorrow at nine."

"Alright." And with that, I hung up.

After my call I got read for bed and laid my head to rest.

Justice will be served.