You have been following me from club to club all night but too 
scared to say a word. The bartender would hand me a drink from you like clockwork and around 2am at last call you brought one over yourself and ran like a scared puppy. I tested it with my fingernail, saw what you did and smiled pretending to drink it all. Are bitches really that dumb, have you done this before? Whatever.
I leave walking down the dark streets to an area you should be very afraid of. Don’t you think I notice you behind me you pathetic scum. Oh wait, you think I drank the drink you spiked and will soon pass out for you to rape. Not going to happen asshole. I turn around, smile and pretend to pass out. Just as you goe to rip of my dress off, you feel my hand go around your neck. Your eyes go wide as I squeeze harder and harder.
I wonder what happens next? Do you get raped and robbed or do I fuck you and choke you while riding you? Fucker!
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