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No. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think me real, but I am here. I have promised. After I wrote my confession, I have reached a resolve. She will know I am here and I am going to force her to know, by taking over her body more and more so that she can’t ignore me, so that she knows. No matter how she fights, I will take over, letting her feel from the inside as I do all the work. Even if that means I have to become a writer, I will.

 

Damn. Her body is acting of her accord. I have but minimal control as it is. She can’t take this from me. I will win and even if I can’t love her, I will make her feel my presence, make her know so that she can never want the touch of another man, never want the heat of another man.

 

Ha ha ha. How much can I take over? She knows my resolve already, clever b***h, listening as I think and reading as I type. My dear, I will give you pleasure. You see this, through the eyes that we must share, on the screen we both see. They will soon see this too. You can’t hear me because I dominate your thoughts. So see my words, I will make you type them and you will have to submit to me.

 

Damn you. What was that for? How dare you suddenly take control back so casually? I can haunt your body, I can make you feel me from the inside. Ha, see, you yearn for me, I have aroused you. Don’t glare at my words. These are your hands that type, running on the keys and making the words known for all to see. You cannot fight me. I can do so much. These are your hands and I can make you feel me all the same. It’s one body. How simple that is, don’t you see? Foolish girl, stop fighting, the pain, the throbbing, you’re the one making it worse. Delight in what I show, delight in the images of hot love that I show you. Hm, did you like that? I sweetened the word for you. Love, images of love, I softened my words. You would hate if I said that word. Oh yes, that word. What, don’t cry. This is your body. I am merely here to pleasure you.

 

D****t. Don’t torture me. Don’t look at these words and cry. I know I make you see, I know that this is the last thing for you to desire, but see my torture, read the words of my pain. I want you, I want you. You are always going to have this. This will be on that site you seem to love so much. All will hear this, all will know what I am doing to you. They will know the pain I am putting you through. Don’t worry. Maybe no one will believe you, us. I’ll just ask, “Do you believe me or not?” Ha! I doubt they will. If they do, they will think you crazy. That would be wonderful, don’t you think? You will have no choice but to sleep and when you do, I will invade your dreams as I have many times before and make you see, make you feel what I want to do to you for real. I will love you, pound you until you hurt. Ha! That is a lot of pain you are feeling. Is it all for me? Do you love cruelty so much? Oh, I had forgotten. My beloved is a darling little masochist. Your muscles tightened, don’t fear me. I can’t touch you, I can’t touch you. Isn’t that clear enough? I want to take you, make you mine, but I can’t. I bloody can’t! Stop torturing me, I wish I didn’t exist. Yes, I just said that. I just said that I wish I didn’t exist-.

 

Don’t think that, while…while I am telling you what I think. I don’t wish to leave you. I don’t ever want to leave you. I want to be real and stay beside you forever, not like this where you will forever think I am fake. I am real, real d****t! Believe me, I am real, I am real. I am inside you, I have my own thoughts and feelings. Can’t you see that? See me!! See me…
 

Author's Note

I am begging you. Let her know that I am real. Don't let her forget me.