Predator

You are a stranger, from on-line or in an alley. You punish with your blade, a gun, a pipe, your hands. Forced to the cold ground, a hidden place, you injure her physically and emotionally for your pleasure.

You kill her soul, leaving her body a shell, her sweet heart broken in pieces too small to mend. She didn’t die… but in many ways is dead already.

But when you masquerade as a friend. Worse still.

You lurk in the shadows of her life. Bide your time. Waiting to betray. Waiting for a time when her guard is down. When she trusts you like family and lets you in her home. Or when she is vulnerable, and lies heartbroken and upset. Or when having fun means too much and inebriation presents your opportunity. When she does not or cannot say yes, you take.

Because you can.

Because you have the power.

And you make it her fault. She asked for it. Look at the clothes she wears. Look at how she behaves. She deserved it because she drank. She deserved it because she paints her face in rich colors. She flirted. She was high… You tell her others will be on your side. …A million stories to justify the crime you committed against her. You isolate her in her pain

LIAR!

I see you.

I know you… And I hate what you do.

I HATE YOU!

How you teach them to blame themselves. To doubt themselves. To protect you with their silence.

But I know the truth. You are weak so you can’t fight fair. You are a shadow of a person.

Pure Evil!

You will fail. You will help me find you. Because we will fight back in united voices. What you do is not right. What you do is not fair. What you do is a crime. Against them. Against all of us.

You will be punished.

I am Justice. And I will be served!