I WANT YOU TO CUT OPEN MY FLESH. 
I WANT TO BE COVERED IN MARKS. 
I WANT THE BED TO BE COATED IN MY BLOOD. 
THOSE PRETTY INTERNAL FEELINGS MADE VISUAL AS I TREMBLE AND VOMIT. 

YOU SHOULD HURT US  
PERFECT SIZE DIFFERENCE. 


ALWAYS CONSUMING MY THOUGHTS 
BUT PARODOXICALLY, I FEEL UTTERLY TERRIFIED OF YOUR PRESENCE. 


I WANT YOU TO IRREVOCABLY AND IRREVERSABLY DESTROY MY FUCKING INSIDES
DUE TO YOUR OWN SELF SERVING SELFISH DESIRES FOR A QUICK FIX 
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE 
BREATHING IN 
THE SWEET SACCRINE TOXIC FUMES 

I WANT YOU TO FUCKING CRUSH ME NO REMORSE 
NO SECOND THOUGHTS AFTERWARDS 
NO MERCY FOR THE LITTLE FEEBLE-MINDED FUCK 

IT'S THE ONLY CORRECT THING TO DO. 

PUNISHMENT FOR REPEATED THOUGHT CRIMES I COMMIT IN BED 
REPLAYING THOSE EXPERIENCES 
BETWEEN US 
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN 

RUINING THE STOLEN FABRIC CLUTCHED IN MY HANDS 
THAT REEKS OF THE MADDENING 
AROUSING 
PROPYLENE GLYCOL .



I SHOULDN'T. 
IT'S WRONG. 
I'M TOO YOUNG. 
SOMEHOW, 
SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLY, 
DESPITE WHAT THE COMMON CONSENSOUS HAS TO SAY ABOUT THE MATTER, 
I'M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU BY BEING A WHORE MONGERING JAILBAIT-LIKE. 
FUNNY, RIGHT? 
SHOULDN'T IT BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND? 
IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE IT. 
NOT WHEN YOU STILL ACT SO NAIVE. 
BUT WHO KNOWS? 
MAYBE YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE. 
PRETENDING TO BE ON MY LEVEL, 
DESPITE ALL THOSE LIVED YEARS SHOWN ON YOUR BODY.


BUT YOU MAKE IT SO EASY 
YOU'RE SO FUCKING DESPERATE  
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR FACE 
EVERY TIME 
EVERY TIME I SAY THOSE THINGS THAT I KNOW MAKE YOU TICK 

SO EASY TO PLEASE. 


YOU STOPPED CARING ABOUT HOW YOUNG I AM 
WHAT PEOPLE WOULD THINK 
SO QUICK. 

ALL IT TOOK WAS THOSE NICE WORDS AND A DISARMING VOICE. 


PEOPLE WILL THINK IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND 
BUT I KNOW HOW IT IS 
I HAVE EXPERIENCE 
I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE A FILTHY OLDER MAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU 
WHEN YOU HAVEN'T TRULY LIVED A DAY IN YOUR LIFE 

ONLY A FRESH ADULT NOW 
BUT I WANT TO RUIN YOUR FLESH AND VICE VERSA 
MY ARMS LEAKING RED POOLING AROUND THE FRESH BRUISES 
MY ANOREXIC BODY ON THE FLOOR CLEANING CLEANING CLEANING ONLY FOR YOU 

YOU DON'T NEED TO WORK ANYMORE 
YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT I WILL DO IT FOR YOU 
I WAS MADE TO TAKE CARE OF OTHERS AND LET THEM DO WHAT THEY PLEASE TO ME IN RETURN 
IT'S ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN GROWING UP 



BAXTER. 
WALK AWAY WITH ME 
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 
SMASH OUR PHONE INTO PEICES.

WE KNOW 
WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN 2023

I KNOW WHEN YOU STEAL MY CUP TO DRINK MY BACKWASH 
AND SLIP DIZZING MATERIALS IN MY ALCOHOL WHEN YOU THINK I'M UNAWARE
I TAKE IT ANYWAYS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. 




Olie took a deep breath as he finished typing, saved the text file, and closed the laptop. 
He gently sat it down on the bed and laid back, dreading the many more days to come.
Time doesn't pass easily for him, he is acutely aware of how every second slowly ticks away, 
how far away the end of the work week is for a lowlife like him. 

Woe is Olie, the only one in the friendgroup without employment.