TWISTED : RILAYA

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(Maya Hart's Perspective)
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The streets of New York are extremely vacant tonight, which is actually a good thing. Next person that crosses my path will instantly become my next victim.

'Victim?', you probably question.

That's right. Victim.

My name's Maya Hart, and I'm a 15 year old rapist.

World's greatest introduction, I know.
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"La la la la la la la la la la-" my ears picked up the continous singing easily in the dead of night.

I follow the soothing vocals throughout the city. As I get closer to the destination, my nose is taken over by the sweet scent of honey.

After savoring the newfound aroma, I slowly open my eyes to see one of the nicer apartment buildings that New York has to offer. I begin climbing the fire escape, eager to find the source.
My eyes land on a certain bay window, only to remain on the beauty lying within.

She's a brown eyed, brunette, and has a slight tan. I could sense overwhelming innocence from her, just by being in her presence.

By now her singing had stopped. She just sat there in the comfort of her window, staring up at the stars.

She doesn't notice me.

Her shining brown eyes now beaming at the Northstar as if she were wishing for something.

I listened to her prayers, she spoke to God as if she were speaking to a friend. It came easily to her, like she's done this before. She wished for others, her family, her neighbors, and the rest of the world.

The lights went out and then she entered a deep slumber.

I scampered down the fire escape at lightning-quick pace.

After finding a decent place to crash (an abandoned building), my thoughts went berserk.

Why had I not attacked? How was I able to resist my urges? What was so special about that honey scented girl? Why can't I stop thinking about her?

honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY HONEY
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After a sleepless night full of 'HONEY' in my thoughts, the nights that followed were full of her as well. Stalking her became a daily thing, nightly even.

I came to find that her prayers and wishes were nightly also. One of them making my heart melt in the process.

"Northstar," she spoke softly, " every night I wish for the same thing. For someone to crawl through this window, and to sit beside me in this sacred place. For someone to wrap their arms around me, and make me feel their protection and love."

If I could I would swoop in and ravish her on the spot. I would make her feel MY protection, MY love, make her MINE.

I shook my head vigorously.

NO! RESIST! RESIST IT YOU CREEP!

Swallowing my urges with a nod of affirmation, I backed away.
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A pile of ruble, in a restricted area is what I called home for the time being. My intentions for the brunette were honest and pure, but the beast would not have at it.
My animal instincts simply could not comply with what was needed. If I wanted her in my life, if I wanted to hold her, to cherish her....I would have to take her as my own. This wasn't the 'making love' experience modern humans typically shared. What was done in the animal kingdom was wild, uncontrollable, and painful in the eyes of the female.

Her innocent, beautiful, brown orbs.