MuseWriting - The diary of Chelsea ***viewers discretion is advised*** By Stephen W Roberts

StephenWRoberts writes "      On a night like any other, Ralph Langley spent his evening surfing the net for exploitation of sin. Chatroom after chat room, website after website, Ralph searched and searched for the ultimate sexual encounter. Mr. Langley aka RalphieLee14 entered the chat room titled 'teen angst' as he also did a bit of vital research on barely legal porn videos. RalphieLee14, a 41-year-old man who is a bit too old for what the chat room title entails, still partakes in the conversation about homework and how parents just don't understand. The bald, overweight white man named Ralph had not seen his parents in more than a decade, but RalphieLee14 is usually grounded for texting too much or ignoring his curfew.
      HotCaliGurl4U: Any cute boys wanna chat?
      AverageJoey01: Hot boy right herre, so hit me up in da IM Mamii.
      AshleeT12: A/S/L everybody!
      TheSmart001: 16/M/NJ
      HotCaliGurl4U: 14/F/Ca
      AverageJoey01: 17/M/PA
      BritBrit0014: 14/F/MD   BTW this chat blows.
      RalphieLee14: 14/M/MD   BritBrit I agree, wanna IM?
      Ralph eagerly awaited her response, just short of praying for a young girl to chat with. He clicked on her profile, which told of her life in Baltimore, Maryland. It spoke of her favorite music, food and hobbies, which was like cliff notes to a guy like RalphieLee14. He clicked on the word photo, which opened a window to reveal a really cute blonde girl. One who was obviously 14 or younger based on her underdevelopment in her chest, though Ralph liked them petite.
      He stared hard at her picture as he rubbed his hand over his jeans, erotic fantasies rushed over his mind’s eye as he saved her to his desk top. Girls like this often made him depressed because he never got to meet them, but he considered it a crime not to experience love at least once in his lifetime. Mr. Langley wrote down her screen name and then left the chat room, putting all of his hopes into her sending him an instant message. "Oh c'mon BritBrit, where are you beautiful?" Ralph said.
      He continued to look at her photo as the moments flew by, still rubbing his fingers over his still zipped jeans as he fantasized about the beautiful Brittany. Her beautiful Green eyes lit up so perfectly in the photo, gazing at Ralph as if to beg for Ralphie14 to ravage her. Her eyes told Ralph that she wanted him, needed him to come to her rescue and fulfill her every need. Ralph didn't always spend his nights as RalphieLee14, but instead he once had a wife and two kids. A wife who never understood his needs and children who never cared, even though they probably loved him, he still saw them as a burden. He got lost in her eyes, his rubbing and the angry images of his family in photos around his apartment, though all of which seemed insignificant when he saw the instant message of his dreams.
      BritBrit0014: Hey Ralphie, you left me behind.
      RalphieLee14: Sorry Brit, I just didn't want to watch those morons go on and on any longer.
      BritBrit0014: That is totally understandable.
      BritBrit0014: I can't believe most of them are actually older than us.
      BritBrit0014: there so immature.
      RalphieLee14: Yeah, I bet I wouldn't get grounded so much if my parents knew such teens existed. Maybe then I might have some freedom, respect and valuable time to text.
      BritBrit0014: I heard that.
      Ralph and Brittany spent hours upon hours chatting about nearly every topic possible, which of course they always agreed on since Ralph had a cheat sheet and a good eye for what to say to teen girls. Ralph thought he had her from the moment she sent that instant message, though he knew that he must find her due to the picture. Ralph couldn't live without her in his life; in fact he quickly came to realize that he had never really taken a breath until he saw Brittany.
      A few days, IMs and e-mails later, Ralph had finally hooked his fish. His cyber searching served to save his life with the discovery of Brittany, who has now agreed to meet him at a motel not far from his home. As it turns out, Ralph just might be in love with the girl on his computer, the girl soon to grace his presence and his webcam.


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      Ralph couldn't shake the feeling of excitement as he drove toward his destination and awaiting 14-year-old girl. The booze and condoms in his passenger seat shows just how well planned his evening is to be, not to mention his camera equipment to complete his attempts to make her a movie star. Ralph knew exactly how to get to the motel and even spent the night in room 6, which is where he is to meet the love of his life. RalphieLee14 parked his car just outside of room 6, which is where his dream girl was to meet him.
      Ralph knocked on the number 6 door.
      "RalphieLee is that you?" Brittany asked.
      "Yes." Ralph replied.
      As Brittany quickly unlocked and opened the door Ralph rushed into the room, dropping his things and pushing Brittany on the bed. He gazed deep into her eyes as he gently ran his fingers through her hair; the scent of her young body was intoxicating to Ralph. He wondered why she never for a second tried to fight him off or even scream, but he wanted her too badly to really care. Maybe she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, and maybe she knew the truth about him but liked the age difference just as he did. "Hello Brittany, I'm Ralphie." Ralph said.
      "You lied to me; I thought you were a 14-year-old." Brittany replied.
      "I know, but we are together now and that is all that matters. I have been dreaming of you for days now, obsessing about your beautiful body and how I wanted to meet you. Brittany, I've fallen in love with you." Ralph explained.
      "Really?" Brittany replied. "That is sweet Ralphie, but isn't it bad that I am so young?"
      "Who says so?" Ralph asked as he slid his hand up her skirt.
      Ralph suddenly felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and slam him on the ground. A tall, bald man in his 40s now towered over him; Brittany sat up on the bed next to him with a big smile on her face. Brittany began to bounce on the bed as if she were anticipating a Christmas gift, while the bald man pulled a knife and a gun from his jacket only to hand the knife to the giddy little girl. "What's going on here, I demand to know. Tell me the truth, tell me now!" Ralph shouted, though the bald man kicked him for the volume of his voice.
      "The truth, Mr. Langley, do you really want to know?" The bald man asked.
      "Yes, of course." Ralph replied.
      "Daddy, he wants to know so let me tell him, seeing as I am his girl for the evening anyway. Besides, I kinda like him anyway." Brittany said.
      "Fine." The Bald man said as he exited the room.
      Brittany still looked so very sexy to Ralph, though he also partially feared her crooked smile and blade in hand. Her red tank top and jean skirt was quite inviting to him, especially as she climbed off the bed and prepared to straddle his waist. As she lowered her petite body down onto his lust filled lap, he could feel her weight pressing against his pants and he knew she could feel him too. "Look here, Ralphie. The reality of this is that you planned to take advantage of me, hoping that I would be some weak little flower to which you might do as you pleased with. You picked the wrong girl for I am nothing of what you expected, for now I own you. I own you and plan to teach you how wrong it is to violate little flowers, Mr. Langley." Brittany explained in a cheerful, childish tone.
      "But Brittany, I would never hurt you. In fact, I love you." Ralph explained.
      "I know that you will say anything to gain my trust, but I can feel your true intent from beneath me." Brittany said.
      "But Brittany, I just..." Ralph said, placing his hand on her side.
      "Now tell me RalphieLee, do you fear me?"
      "No." Ralph shook his head.
      "Well, you should!" Brittany shouted as she began to punch him. Ralph grabbed her wrist to stop her blows, but was immediately met by her father's boot, which came crashing down upon his head. They continued to hit him repeatedly until he began to bleed, only stopping when he finally quit moving. Ralph saw the smiling faces of what was to be his young beauty and her psycho father as they looked down upon him. The fear that he might never wake up filled his aching mind as he lost consciousness, slipping away from the motel room that just may forever be his tomb.
      Ralph awoke an undetermined amount of time later in the pitch dark motel room, were he was seemingly left alone, naked and tied to the bed. He attempted to scan the room for any sign of life, though the shades were drawn and the doors closed which made it far too dark for his eyes to adjust. If not for the sharp pain in his head and sudden chill over his naked body, Ralph would swear that his last waking moments had all been but a dream. "Hello, Is anybody there?" Ralph pled. "Please, I need to go. Please, help me."
      "Poor, poor Ralphie. Do you feel helpless yet?" Brittany asked.
      "Hello. Brittany, is that you?" Ralph asked. "Please, I need your help."
      "Oh, but I am helping. I am teaching you of what it feels like to feel helpless. I want you to know what it is to feel like an abducted teen, to know what it is to be lied to and then taken advantage of in every way possible."
      "Please, just let me go. I do see what you're trying to teach me, please, I do see it now."
      "You know nothing of pain!" The bald man shrieked. "What do you know of the loss involved in this sick ***** game that you play? You know nothing!"
      "Look, clearly you have been hurt, but I didn't hurt you. I just..." Ralph tried to explain.
      "Saying we have been hurt doesn't cover it, you bastard! What do you know of finding a 16-year-old sibling or daughter in a hotel room, slaughtered like a pig by some cowardly predator?" Brittany shouted as she rushed the bed.
      Ralph squirmed in the darkness as he heard and felt the bald man and petite girl slap the edges of the bed. It’s a scare tactic on their part in an attempt to torture Ralph, which worked flawlessly. He pled with them for his life and freedom, but his attempts for salvation only angered the father and daughter, whom were Hell bent on destroying Ralph for his sins. Ralph knew that what he came to do that day was beyond evil, but he couldn't help the way he felt when presented with such cir*****stances.
      Suddenly the room filled with a blinding light, though not from across the room or beyond the window, no, it pierced his eyes from just above his head. Brittany and the bald man chuckled at the sight of the bald, fat man in his 40s, squirming and riving as he fought for relief. After a few minutes Ralph could see the bald man lean across him and shift the night, revealing that it was an overhead reading lamp and relieving his pupils from their burning punishment. He heard movement around the bed, but dared not look until he heard a loud squealing sound that was unmistakable to a handyman. He saw a smile on the face of the bald man as he repeatedly turned on and off the power drill in his hands.
      "Oh my God, what the Hell are you doing?" Ralph fearfully shouted.
      "Testing you, Mr. Langley. An aptitude test for fear, yeah, a pop quiz if you will." The bald man explained.
      "Yeah Ralphie, just a little drill!" Brittany said jokingly as her Father turned on the drill.
      Ralph screamed as they repeatedly moved the drill closer and then farther away from his face. The metallic squeal was to terrifying that he thought that he might pass out from all from all of the screaming, or from sure shock. Ralph twisted his body as he screamed, hoping to break free from his binds, though he immediately fell silent and still when the bald man put down the drill. "See Ralphie, just a drill. And now...for the graded test, and remember that presentation is key." Brittany explained.
      "Go ahead." The bald man said to Brittany.
      "Please, just stop this." Ralph pled as Brittany fumbled around next to the head of his bed. A grinding sound came from next to his ears and before Ralph could see what it was, his back arched in pain as he let out a silent scream. Blood splattered all over the wall, floor and Brittany's beautiful face as she ran an electric knife through Ralph's fingers, cutting every single one to a throbbing nub. He twitched and squealed in pain as the bald man put a gag in his mouth to quiet him, the knife still ran on in its grinding motion in the possession of Brittany as she stared blankly at Ralph's hand. The bald man muffled Ralph to a minimum shriek and then rushed around the bed, grabbing the knife, turning it off and then attempting to get Brittany's attention.
      "Brittany, are you alright?" The bald man asked, shaking her shoulder. "Brittany. Brittany, look at me, will you?"
      "Umm, huh, what?" Brittany asked, reviving from shock. "What happened to m...?"
     Brittany glanced at Ralph's hand in mid sentence and immediately puked. Ralph's breast fell heavily as he watched his would-be murderers revert back to humanity, which just might grant him a chance at life. Ralph grunted for the attention of the bald man, which he got within moments. "What do you want?" The bald man asked, holding his pistol in Ralph's face.
      "Look man, the girl is really messed up right now, so go wash her off in the shower. The blood is getting to her, so umm, just go use the shower." Ralph said.
      "I guess you're right." The bald man nodded. "But don't you move."
      "Yeah, umm, I'll be right here." Ralph replied.
      Ralph watched and waited as the bald man helped Brittany into the bathroom, remaining quiet as to let the man forget about his gag. As soon as the shower turned on Ralph began to pull with his sliced nub, which easily slipped free with a bloody lubricant and without hindering fingers. With one arm free he wiggled over to his other arm to attempt to chew himself free, which he did as he pulled the not loose. As he listened to the muffled voices of Father and Daughter, he frantically fought for his foot loose freedom, which he achieved just as the shower water turned off. "Hey Ralph, you're a man who frequently visits sleazy motels. Do they keep any towels in these rooms?" The bald man asked.
      Ralph quickly, but quietly climbed off of the bed, grabbing the bald man's pistol as he made way for the floor. The crept toward the hallway off toward the bathroom, trying not to be heard until his timing was perfect. He had every thought set on killing the bald man and setting his evening right, which he would then make Brittany with that she had never been born. "C'mon Ralph, I know I left your gag off, so do they or what?" The bald man asked again.
      "In the hall closet." Ralph replied as he stuck the gun to the bald man's head. "Now you get back into the bathroom, you dumb shit."
      The bald man reluctantly made way into the bathroom, though he attempted to hold up Ralph from stepping in with him. Ralph finally shoved the bald man against the sink as to make room for him, though he lost all concentration as he stepped into the brightly lit room. Brittany's naked body stood soaking wet in the shower, glistening in the well lit room. He could see every curve of her silky smooth body, which he wanted to touch more than anything at the moment. He slowly began to approach Brittany, whom continued to stand up straight and look Ralph in the eyed, but he fell to his knees instead from the stiff shot that the bald man delivered to the back of his head.
      The bald man stepped on his wrist as to make Ralph drop the gun, and then he picked it up and handed it to Brittany. He grabbed Ralph's naked, turned on body and pulled him from the bathroom. As he slid across the wet floor, Ralph noticed Brittany had started to laugh, which seemingly served as a relief for the bald man who had softly joined her. "Stay here Brit; I'll come back for you soon." The bald man said, tossing her that long awaited towel.
      "Dear Diary, I hope Brian A. asks me to the dance. He is just so cute, especially with that new hair cut. He sits next to me in English class and today asked if he could borrow my pen, I melted in his eyes and happily said yes. Maybe tomorrow he will notice me again, yes, I bet he will." The bald man aimlessly read from a pink book. "That is a tiny piece of writing by my daughter."
      "Why are you reading Brittany's diary to me?" Ralph asked.
      "Not Brittany. No, that was Chelsea." The bald man explained. "Brittany's older sister who was abducted but a creep online, much like you. She was only 14 when she died, which is why Brittany pretended to be 14 online. Christ man, you're attracted to a 12-year-old girl."
      "I'm sorry." Ralph said.
      "Dear Diary, I met a new friend online. His name is Joey and he is very sweet. I can't believe that I have found somebody who is exactly like me in every way, plus he wants to meet. He says he can get us a room so we can get together and hang out for the day, which sounds so cool. Joey is so cute and I hope to see him Friday like he asked."
      "Look man, I am sorry. I am sorry for this whole evening and I am sorry for, umm, Chelsea was it?" Ralph rambled on.
      "Don't you dare say her name, don't you dare!" The bald man shouted as he rushed Ralph's throat. He choked him until he nearly lost consciousness, but then let him go as to get his tools. Ralph started to get up to attack Brittany's father, but fell backward when the bald man swung a sharpened hacksaw at his face. Ralph frantically fought to get away, but the bald man repeatedly swung the saw until he finally nicked Ralph in the forehead, the opportunity which he used to pin him and began to quickly saw at Ralph's throat. The blood splattered all over the room, covering the crying father who kept repeating his daughter's name over and over again. The bone grinded against the hacksaw as the bald man continued to cut until he reached mattress, the madman threw his bloody saw on the floor and held up RalphieLee's head as to signify victory.
      Brittany could hear Ralph's screams and her Father's tools as she dried off and put on the motel's complimentary robe. The smile had left her face, which was replaced by silent tears and a broken frown. Brittany still felt a little sick to her stomach from all the blood, but knew that he had to pay, that they all had to pay for Chelsea. She waited quite some time until she finally fell asleep in the corner against the wall, which her bald father eventually walked in to find. "Wake up Brittany, wake up." Her father said. "C'mon Brittany, it's time to get ready."
      "But I don't have clothes." Brittany explained. "I can't go naked, and this robe doesn't count."
      "This would be why I packed us a change of clothes and shoes, as well as the foot covers to keep the blood off your shoes."
      "Oh, ok then." Brittany replied.
      Her father climbed in the tub and pulled the curtain as to shower, which he did cautiously as to keep her from seeing him naked, which seemed to be the last bit of emotional scaring that she would avoid that day. Brittany took off her robe and looked into the mirror, trying to see what it was that Ralphie saw that could mesmerize him in such a way, though she simply saw herself. She quickly dressed and waited for her dressed father to emerge from inside the shower. Once he did, they gathered their bags from in front of the bathroom door and began to leave. "Brit, maybe you should cover your eyes." Her father said. "This is no sight meant for young eyes, besides you have seen enough for today."
      "I understand." Brittany replied, putting the robe over her head.
      As they walked out into the main bedroom, Brittany's father clutched at her head as to keep her close. She felt the moisture in the carpet from all of the blood, which only made her all the more curious. Brittany decided to peak from under the robe as to see RalphieLee14 one last time, but what she saw was an image that would burn into her mind's eye for the rest of her days. She saw the pools of blood that surrounded the bed and soaked the walls, she saw the headless body that sat up against the headboard, and then she saw Ralphie's face. His bodiless head with its jaw wedged wide open and his penis and balls resting on his tongue and hanging out over his teeth. His eyes looked fierce and frightened, which captured his final emotions perfectly. She did look, though without the slightest feeling of love or hate, nor did she cry a single tear over the example that had to be made for sweet, sweet Chelsea.


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     xxMaxiMamiixx: Any cute boys wanna chat?
      Xtremekyd4377: Hot boy right herre, so hit me up in da IM Mamii.
      MadGam3r12: A/S/L everybody!
      Sk8rGurl0016: 16/M/NJ
      FilmAddict01: 14/F/Ca
      AverageJoey01: 17/M/PA
      BritBrit0014: 14/F/MD   BTW this chat blows.
      Eddieward14: 14/M/MD   BritBrit I agree, wanna IM?

                             The End...?"


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