Prologue:

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When you're put in the position to be a lawyer for one of the most infamous sex offenders in Florida (Jahseh Onfroy) you soon realize that your work is really cut out for you.

Jahseh...

         I pushed deeper and deeper inside of the random woman as I felt sweat beads trickle down my forehead. I grunted over her annoying ass screams for help as I thrusted in and out of her.

I punched the head board, officially annoyed by her screams.  "Dammit, bitch! Shut the fuck up!"

She stopped yelling and starred at me as tears still forcefully fell from her eyes.

"S-sorry.." She muttered.

I sighed, and continued working towards busting my nut.

After I did, I pulled out and got dressed.

I tightened the strings on my hoodie so that it closed in on my face only revealing my lips, nose, and eyes.

"Remember what I told you. If you tell, I'll be back for you." I said piercing through her soul with only my pitch black eyes.

She gulped, "Y-Yes, mister."

She stood up, silently pulling on her silk baby blue night gown.

After all my clothes were on and I made sure I didn't leave one bit of evidence behind, I jumped out the window and was on my way.

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Yes, this is an everyday thing.

I do rape random woman as I please. And if they tell, I come back and kill them, slowly. I make sure it's a long, agonizing death.

I'm not getting locked up for no bitch.

At this point, all the women in Florida have heard of what I've done. Most of them haven't seen me, but they know I exist.

They know what I do, but they don't know who I am.

They lock their door, windows, back doors, and sometimes bedroom doors, but it's still no use. There's always a way for me to get in.

I do admit that I'm a sex addict, but what is there to do about it?

Therapy?

Turn myself in?

Fuck that. I know for sure if I went to therapy, they would've ratted my ass out to the police. I'm not having that. I have no close family, no one to tell me; "Hey Jahseh... What you're doing is wrong. If you need help, I'm here for you." None of that bullshit, I have no one to turn to.

Sad, isn't it? That's mainly the reason why I'm so fucked up.

To be honest, I see no possible way for me to give up sex in the future.

I guess I'll forever be an isolated sex addict...

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