When I raped Maggie Marie
I watched the blood dancing in her eyes
As I choked her lifeless body
I pushed further deep inside
That feeling was oh so fleeting
I could barely contain the high
When I raped Maggie Marie
My God was I alive
The Rape of Maggie Marie
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Freckles are a god tier trait
christ, awful and harrowing yet malevolently powerful.
strong five to light six desu
RAPE MAKES MY WILLY HARD
HAHA SEXUALITY HAHA
HAHA
Are there any works of note from the perspective of the Rapist.
obligatory
I think most writers would be afraid of getting into the mind of a rapist.
Closest thing I've seen is Norm Macdonald's joke about "doing that thing that makes you feel like god" about a murder rape
Trite, simplistic, and puerile.
Don't quit your day job.
My childhood dog's name was Maggie Marie.