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- Jun 13, 2013
(Laura) After we say goodnight and agree to meet for coffee I lay in bed and an emotional chill comes over me. Somehow I know that it isn't me I should be worried about, I feel a grave concern for Annie my sister. I have this terrible sensation that Heath has pushed the limits, although you are consenting to whatever terrible things he has in mind, he is taking advantage of your sweetness and love.
I lie in bed unsure what to do, am I wrong? I am not one for these types of premonitions and certainly not one to panic or be overwrought. I know what I feel is so right.
After a few minutes the chill becomes more frigid as I almost become paralyzed with concern. I pick up the phone to call you and then once again I stop and think, would a call make it worse? What if Heath answers? What if, what if, what if goes through my head.
I get up and get dressed, I have to go over, I know it might be worse than calling but at least Heath won't be able to bullshit me, I have so much on him and I know he won't stop me from being able to see you. He might be a manipulative bastard but he isn't a stupid one. I call a cab and make my way over.
(Heath) I am in shock as I hold you, my tears uncontrollable, I have never been sexually violent or for that matter any type of violent in my life. Did I just do that? Yes, there is no point in trying to deny it, the demon inside me left me quite conscious and aware throughout my abuse of you.
You stand there covered in piss, tears, running make up and phlegm visual evidence of my shame and yet weeping, blaming yourself, wanting to help me. I know I can't keep this up for much longer, I am not the man I have become, I am not this kink fiend that you think I am.
And yet to you I am just that, I only have myself to blame for all of this and you, you my love are taking the blame and paying the toll for my weakness, I don't know how but I will do whatever I can and have to do, to get you out of this mess.
"It's not your fault baby, it isn't you at all. It is all me, I am so sorry" I weep into your arms and then I hear a knock at the door.
I look through the peep hole and it is Laura, what the fuck does she want I think to myself, I put on my gown and return to you still standing in the shower.
"Laura is at the door honey, are you ok to see her?" I ask you wondering what made her turn up at this hour.
She knocks again, this time louder.
I lie in bed unsure what to do, am I wrong? I am not one for these types of premonitions and certainly not one to panic or be overwrought. I know what I feel is so right.
After a few minutes the chill becomes more frigid as I almost become paralyzed with concern. I pick up the phone to call you and then once again I stop and think, would a call make it worse? What if Heath answers? What if, what if, what if goes through my head.
I get up and get dressed, I have to go over, I know it might be worse than calling but at least Heath won't be able to bullshit me, I have so much on him and I know he won't stop me from being able to see you. He might be a manipulative bastard but he isn't a stupid one. I call a cab and make my way over.
(Heath) I am in shock as I hold you, my tears uncontrollable, I have never been sexually violent or for that matter any type of violent in my life. Did I just do that? Yes, there is no point in trying to deny it, the demon inside me left me quite conscious and aware throughout my abuse of you.
You stand there covered in piss, tears, running make up and phlegm visual evidence of my shame and yet weeping, blaming yourself, wanting to help me. I know I can't keep this up for much longer, I am not the man I have become, I am not this kink fiend that you think I am.
And yet to you I am just that, I only have myself to blame for all of this and you, you my love are taking the blame and paying the toll for my weakness, I don't know how but I will do whatever I can and have to do, to get you out of this mess.
"It's not your fault baby, it isn't you at all. It is all me, I am so sorry" I weep into your arms and then I hear a knock at the door.
I look through the peep hole and it is Laura, what the fuck does she want I think to myself, I put on my gown and return to you still standing in the shower.
"Laura is at the door honey, are you ok to see her?" I ask you wondering what made her turn up at this hour.
She knocks again, this time louder.