So, you're probably wondering how I got here. Well, last I remember I was feeling kind of in the mood to relieve some stress 3 days ago. I thought "lets try one of those stories, how bad can it go?". How naive I was. Thinking I would just have a nice "organism" and move on... but no. I am here, AWAKE at 3:25 AM, currently in chapter fucking 25. Yup, I've read all those. For the past 3 days, instead of jacking my shit to visual drawings of feet or giantess stuff, I am here, reading this psychopatic genius Cayce's story about a very, very unlucky yet resilient small man. Now, as you can see I should be sleeping. But I am not. Why you ask? Well I am too indulged in this fucking piece if shit story thats why. All I wanted was to beat my fucking dick and I would be the happiest. But these past 3 days, I came, I gasped, I teared, I screamed, I got angry, I got emotional, I got sleepless and yet again, I came... a lot of times. This isn't beating my shit anymore. This is literature now. And let me be honest: I HATE literature. Yet I am here, at chapter 25. Yet I am sleepless, wondering how our little Ray will end up. I've begin to think about this story a little too much. I started philosophically pondering on it. This shouldn't have happened, but here we are. I have to be at my uni at 9 am tomorrow but no, I am too curious and indulged to sleep. First I was complaining, I think it was chapter 2 or 3. "What the fuck this shit is boring. Where is the feet and slave stuff I wanna blow." Then I kept reading. And I slowly stopped jacking off. I am reading this shit now. And I hate reading. I hate books. Yet I am reading this. My heart is pounding so hard when Ray is about to escape. I dont remember it pounding this hard before. It's like I'm watching a movie. The moment he was out I fucking screamed out loud: "HELL FUCKING YEAH HES OUT MY BOY IS FUCKING FREE". sure he wasnt that free but I was still happy. Then I came to my senses, what in the actual fuck am I doing here? How did I end up here- No, how did I end up like this? What was the last time I read a book I cant do that I hate reading. Well, then why am I here? I don't know. My eyes are open in a way I can't describe. The pursuit of control and freedom Ray chases, the sheer will of his soul, the fact that he gets desensitized after being in hell. All too philosophical. I am not beating my shit anymore, I am beating my brain off here. I want to say so many things to you but I cant. I am not as skilled in words as you. And I feel desperate like Ray. I wanna tell you that I hate you for trapping me here but I cant. Just like Ray I cant hide my want to keep reading this. Cayce, if I saw you in real life, I don't know what I would do. At the 4th chapter I would beat you for making this fetish story this long. At the 20thish chapters I would try to kill you because you made me feel so sad for Ray. I felt so sad I was angry at you. And now, at chapter 27, I would just stare blankly at your eyes, not knowing what to do. I only wanted to get my seed out. Now I'm getting my tears out. I hate you Cayce, but at the same time I can't. I only fucking hope this story ends good when I get to the last chapter. Or believe me, I am going to be very sad, and will try my best to find you. I don't know what I would do but just take this threat from me. I will be reading, and skipping classes of course. Thanks to you.