(Anger Notes) -2-

 Bridget

Bridget, you were my sister's friend and my abuser. You played a game or rather invented a game called “Bride”. Putting on a veil of my mother's found on an old brown stand. Was I 5 06 maybe 7. You had me sucked on your flat chested nipples. The only thing I actually enjoyed. So much in fact I left a mark. You wouldn't kiss me or suck my little dick though you expected me to go between your legs and lick your hairy pussy. Probably the reason I don't like hair on vaginas now. My memories are vague though I remember you wanting me to fuck you, but I was to too young to get hard or excited. You weren't that pretty. You were probably 10 or 11. You wouldn't suck on my chest. So, I tried to hurt myself. I was at that time were myself mutilation began with the Thermarator and needle in my penis. You were the cause of that. Always asking me ask my mother to have you babysit me instead of helen so you could abuse me. You brought Anna over and had me take down my pants and shop her my dick in exchange of seeing where my mother held up my christmas presents. Like I said I don't remember everything and perhaps more things happen that I don't remember. You refusing me self pleasure like you wanted from me I do remember. You trying to have make fuck you and I couldnt. Me sucking on your flat chest. Only a nipple to suck on. Have me go between your legs and eat your hairy pussy. I remember the hairs in my mouth. Then I remember seeing you a few years later when IU could have fucked you and you just smiled. Like you knew I wanted to and you weren't going to let me. I hope you were happy abusing a child so young and unknown. Like my stepfather. I want to puke now and you are the first reason I am the way i am.  You are now fully busted and I found you and again you refused me my pleasure in fucking you as you were married with children. Said it would hurt your husband but it was okay you hurt me. I wonder if anyone abused your children like you abused me. You made me how I was. I hate you for it and unfortumne;y I cannot remove the memory, disgust or horror. I cant cut the cancer you caused and implanted inside of me. I have to live with it day after day. While you live by the water with your nice job and enjoy getting fucked by your husband. I go without pussy and have to live out my fantasies in my head. I have anger against woman because of you and I cannot change that. This note was short as my memories are buried and short. Fuck you! I hate you and do not know why God gave you a better life then me. May you burn in hell for what you did to me. The person you made me and how you set me up for further abuse with my stepfather. How dare you invade, molest me and try to use me for your own please i was barely 50 or 6. You should be ashamed of yourself. Such power you a sa female use over males, younger males and kids who have no power or ability to protect themselves. You are probably the reason my penis hurts. If I could find you I would. Not to kill you but to fuck you like I couldnt as a young child. Suck ion your full breasts. I didn't want to kill you. I only want to fuck you. Ridicule you. Shame you and let everyone know what you did. You are probably the reason I write porn and stories of woman having sex with other woman. You ruined me like my sister. Having power , shame and ricudule over a male child for the only reason like my stepfather and other molesters that you could and there  was no to stop you. I hope it made you happy, I hope it made you proud. I can still see your face. The memories are like yesterday. Imprinted on my brain. You should be ridiculed, stripped naked like I was, tortured and molested, laughed at and demeaned. Ruined for life.