The Rapist's 'Conscience'
As her thick and dark skin continued absorbing the sun’s rays and its heat, she began to have arousing flashbacks of her sexual satisfaction which was now ordeal trauma for her rape victim. She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror of her car and attempted to look within herself but unfortunately, her thick dark skin was a barrier as always. Did she rape someone? No, she used financial coercion for sexual pleasure therefore it could not be sexual coercion even though there was no consent. She questioned herself and her own human nature whereby her human nature had become her, “Why do you desire sexual coercion over sexual consent? You could have the latter than the former.” For if you had a woman’s true beauty with no complex inferiority you would have never had the human nature you have now to use financial muscle to aid coercion for sexual pleasure. Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder, but your beauty makes the beholder contemplate if he or she is lying to himself or herself.
There were multiple ways she could have gotten herself
sexual pleasure instead of using coercion. If she was a man she could have used
male masculinity, however as a woman she used her financial prowess to commit
the act of rape. She lowered the car seat of her convertible motor vehicle and
let the roof of the car slide back in a desire to have the sun rays penetrate
the dark areas within her soul but tragically the sun rays could not penetrate
through her skin for her skin was thicker, colder and darker than the grim darkness
inside her that needed the sun to set a blaze on it. What tormented her most
about her act of rape was that she was failing to have a guilty conscience. Had
the pleasure and satisfaction of sexual coercion overwhelmed her more than the
guilt? If there was ever any guilt. As her thick and dark skin continued
absorbing the sun’s rays and its heat she began to have an arousing flashback of
her sexual satisfaction which was now ordeal trauma for her rape victim. All
she could see in her flashbacks were the polarized pleasure that silenced the
inaudible pain of her victim yet the pain was visible. Her own conscience was
choked out by her human nature which had become inhuman.
She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror of her car and attempted to look within herself but unfortunately, her thick dark skin was a barrier as always. She caressed herself, “How do you feel now? Well, I feel satisfied and pleasured at the same time. Though I wonder to myself how long will the pleasure and satisfaction last? I believe for one to have pleasure one must feel pain however for me I felt the pleasure at the expense of someone’s pain that was inaudible and numb to me yet visible. No wonder I am asking myself,” How long will this pleasure and satisfaction last?” Did I rape someone? No, I used financial coercion for sexual pleasure and it cannot be sexual coercion even though there was no consent. There is no pain without gain, as for me I gained as I gave out the pain but the gain seems to be fizzing out sooner than I expected. I thought the gains and the pleasure would be part of me till infinity yet my human nature is inhuman has devoured the pleasure and it, my human nature is now lusting that I feed on more sexual pleasure by use of coercion and not consent. I question myself and my own human nature whereby my human nature has become me, “Why do you desire sexual coercion over sexual consent? When you could have the latter than the former?
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