They say You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain, I thought it was a joke or stupid saying. I will never become like them no matter how long I live, looks like I was wrong, I think I might be worse then them. They never did this I doubt any of those men had to wash the blood of another off their hands, literally. The guys body is sitting in my basement to be fair he wasn't a good guy I heard someone say he raped her and even if that was just a rumor he called my ex a d*ke, it's a shame it was kinda cute.
I have a good while to clean up before anyone gets suspicious, he told his mom he would be "chilling" with his guys. He told the guys at the party he was going to fuck me.
-back at the party-
Of course he thought I was hot I looked like his type. I made sure of it before showing up stuffed my bra and put on blonde wig, I made sure to wear a short skirt and a tight shirt that showed my midriff. I wasn't sure if he'd fall for it but I knew he was a fucking whore, he was standing in a corner next to other guys they were all drinking. Typical. I walked over I want to bounce my tits so he'd notice me but their half fake if I wiggle to much they might be able to tell. I put on my best "popular white girl™" voice, I am white but I'm not that girl. I walk over to his group of guys and stand next to him.
"ugh, where are the drinks here?"
I roll my eyes and look at him, he sips his cup and smiles a little.
"I'll show ya',"
I smile back at him he walks away from his friends and I follow behind. We walk into the basement together and he points to an old fridge and says there. The basement is almost completely empty aside from one guy passed out on the couch. He looks dead.
"It's quiet down here"
I thought I was being cute but he looks annoyed. Fuck. I can't have him feeling anything but lust for me. I grab his hand and lean against him a little,
"It's kinda scary"
Now he looking entertained, good. He pulls me close and puts his hand on my back, I hate to say it but I kinda like it he smells nice this must be why I used to have a crush on him, my head is just above his shoulder and I lean onto him and smile.
"good baby I'll take care of you"
He tightens his grip on my back and all of those good feeling I had are replaced with fear. This is why I hate men but I can't show it I need him to think I'm hot.
"yeah?"
I move his free hand to my ass i can tell he likes it but is pretending he doesn't, he pulls away and opens the fridge.
"lets get you a drink, what's your favorite?"
"surprise me"
I watch as he grabs one I'm unfamiliar with and walks me back upstairs. I forgot how loud it was up hear it takes me back a second but i quickly pull myself together, he hands me the drink and begins to walk away. I can't let him,
"Wait, you didn't tell me your name"
He looks back and pulls me in for a hug, he whispers in my ear saying you can call me daddy, I want to vomit but I know it'll be worth it. When he stops hugging me he hands me the drink and walks to his guys and says something which causes them to cheer. I tried the drink turns out it's beer, it sucks I hate beer. But it's fine he walks back to me and asks my to follow him upstairs. I tell him to go back to my place instead, it takes some convincing and few more drinks before he follows me home.
He was quite drunk but not blackout drunk yet, I needed to keep him as hidden a possible from other so I asked him to lay down in the back seat. I brought him to a house a few neighborhoods over, it had a for sale sign but I had been squatting there the past month. The cops had been showing up trying to catch me so I new it was time to move anyway. The guy eagerly followed me inside I told him I had toys in the basement and he was drunk enough to not question anything. He started to feel me up and I knew that wasn't a good idea but I wasn't quick enough to stop him.
He realized something was wrong and stumbled backwards after finding my fake boobs, I had backed him into the wall and reached for my knife. The knife was on a shelf and it was just out of my reach I tried to keep a hand on him but I was leaning over and it was just too far. I had to let go and grab the knife as quick as I could before he got out. I turned around and he had almost made it to the door but I ran to him and pulled him down just before he made it out
