Perverted desires are common to no particular age-group, genetic mix or social strata - but they ARE common! This is no fairy-tale to be sure and will probably disgust many readers. Let it stand though as a warning - trust NO-ONE!
He had never forgotten his fathers advice. "Set your mind on what you want son, pursue your dream to the end. Its never gonna just walk up to you lad!" He was forty-seven now and still that dream remained unfulfilled - a distant oasis, a desert island in an uncharted sea.
Andrew Raglan had dreamed of violently raping a girl since he was a teenager. Not any girl mind. The girl of his dreams - beautiful beyond mere worded parameters, more desirable than Aphrodite herself and so wholly innocent, butter could never melt in her mouth - it would instead evaporate within that delicately soft ingress.
The dream remained alive because destiny had yet to place her in harms way. There was no way of knowing he reasoned, if she had even been born at this juncture. All he knew is that she was uniquely his and that the machinations of fate would take care of the technicalities later. He would rape her, yes - but it would be an elite humiliation. Her suffering must be glorified and in her transfigured debasement he would ensure she attained the rank of martyr - to his cause at least!
Having amassed a plethora of academic achievements since third grade, he had graduated with honors at an early age. Consequent upon serving his internship at Sinai in LA, Dr Raglan completed his Doctorate in Applied Nuclear Physiology, becoming the nations youngest consulting surgeon in seventy-five years and with the plaudits came an extraordinarily attractive young wife, a living standard to rival Bill Gates and inevitably, one son and two daughters - seventeen, sixteen and fourteen years of age respectively. None of which it must be said, impacted but momentarily on his darker contemplations that had by now reached the stage of minor d... Læs hele novellen
