Place: an alley in a big city, somewhere in the northern Midwest of America. Time: a cold winters night, and it happens as you read. Players: a young runaway black girl and a rough bigoted man. Situation: Rape. This is a violet story about the rape of a black girl by a racist white man. I don't think it requires much explanation. If you like such stories, read it, if you don't pass it bye. If you're looking for a sappy romantic fuck, this isn't it.
This is the tale of some of the days of my life. As the title says, I am your run of the mill, friendly, mild-mannered and soft-spoken psychopath. Think of this as 'Interview with a Vampire' without all (or most) of the blood and gore.
Male domination on the weaker sex
I walk to work through the industrial district when it starts raining on this Monday morning. I take shelter under a covered doorway when suddently I'm abducted and I wake up tied down to a stone table. And that's when you walk in...