From the eye of a rapist.

I am not what I used to be. Someday or the other, this thought haunts the mind of every individual. I don't know why I'm bringing this up today. But something tells me, I've lost my conscience far behind. I don't feel love anymore. The feeling of subtilty of that someone's touch, innocence in a child's eyes, perpetual sweetness of a mother's touch don't move me anymore.


She loved me a lot. The whole world had turned away from me when she entered my life. I detested her. I lost my job, my parents, my friends... and my conscience. There was nothing to look forward to. At one time in the past, she had run away from her house to come to live with me. I had slapped her hard and asked her to leave. She silently turned away and secretly watched over me. She was my scapegoat, when I was infuriated, my pillow, when I was tired, my love, when I needed sex. She was everything I needed when I needed anything at all. Even though I hated her, detested her, loathed her, she was indispensable for me. I smirked at her assumption that I loved her. She was nothing but a tool for me. When I began to lust for another woman, she couldn't take it. Filthy, jealous bitch. I shot her dead. But.

She entered my life when the whole world had turned away from me.

I grew up in a slum and my family didn't have enough money to raise me and my seven brothers. Since I was the eldest, they assumed that i could take care of myself, and hence, they threw me out of the house. I was dismissed from my job because I was spending lesser time at work and more with my friends who lived on my money. My friends left me and the reason was obvious. I was penniless.

I slept with many women. Somehow, I couldn't feel the way I felt with her. I was a ferociously hungry person, and I regretted pushing her away from my life. She was never coming back. My hunger for sex and brutality only increased.

By the time I was 30, I lost everything, even the passion to live. I am a rapist and I've murdered my soul, I've murdered her.

As I lay underneath the sky, in the wet, the well trimmed grass, my hands folded behind my head, I turn my head towards you.

"That bitch was a feast, can't wait to take her again."