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Cain · **06-14-2014, 07:56 PM**

It was a warm Summer's night and the moon was full. Wind rustled through the leaves of the trees in the park. Very few lights. Very dim. A young couple sat side by side on a park bench. The young man, in his early twenties, was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white, silk button down shirt. His hair was long and black, pulled back in a ponytail. The girl was considerably younger. At least sixteen, at most seventeen, but nonetheless underage. She was a pretty blonde, in a yellow sundress. Very beautiful.

"...I...I can't."

"But why?" asked the older man. For you see, the young girl had alot of Facebook friends. But most of them were her age. This guy? Well, she met himonline. Two weeks ago. Okay, a week and three quarters.

"John..." She started with a slight smile, her pink lipgloss glistening. "...we just met in person yesterday. I shouldn't be kissing you, let along that..." Her cheeks turn red. "...thing you want me to do. My mom would kill me!"

"I bought you dinner though..."

"I know...but..." She looked down at the pearl necklace he'd bought her. "...you know I'm not that kind of girl, John. And this is our first real date. I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're..." He pushed her down on the bench. "...gonna be!"

Things like this happen all too often. Men meet young girls online and the young girls lie to their parents. An act of evil, you might say. Innocent evil. She really liked him. And she thought he was really nice in her naivety. Of course now, he was on top of her, and she could hear the clink of his belt buckle. She squirmed and whimpered. "...no...please John...I...I thought you were nice..." She began crying and wiggling, trying not to get raped.

He growled and yelled. "Stay still, bitch!" Tearing her white cotton panties. And he was about to "impale her" when...

"Would you fuckers please shut up! I'm hunting my goddamned dinner!"

Both the young girl and John looked up and saw him. He stood there, in full demonic form. Seething as he stared down the two would be "lovers". John quickly stood and spun around, metal flashing as he pulled a knife from his pocket. "Back the fuck up, creep. This one is mine!"

Cain rolled his eyes. "Fuck you..." And non chalantly reached out, snapping the man's neck like a twig. "...pedophile."

The girl stood over her would be rapists body, mouth dropped wide open. She looked at Cain, then at John. Then at Cain. She was speechless.

Cain just smirked, lighting up a cigarette. He turned and commented... "...you're welcomed, Emma." ...as he walked away.

"Who WAS that bad ass mother fucker?" She asked herself as he dissappeared into the woods. "Emma" ran away toward home, vowimg never to date men older than her again. By the way. How did he know her name? Cause BAMFs know all!

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