
Over the many years since my rape at age 19, I’ve had a lot of conflicting feelings. At first I was frightened of the bleeding and the fear of disease. Then shame settled over me like a heavy veil, and occasionally bursts of rage would erupt (usually when drinking).
You can imagine my horror when, years later, I developed excitement and gratitude when thinking about my rape. I couldn’t hardly believe I felt this way. So I did research, and discovered that many rape victims develop a Stockholm-like response to the trauma of being raped. We begin to yearn for more with our rapists. Sometimes we miss them more than we miss dear ones we’ve lost in life, which is even more disgusting. Believe me, the shame from those feelings is worse than the shame of the rape itself.
Needless to say, the reactions to rape are varied and complex.
I state this because a faggot in the Hierarchy University Discord (LINK HERE) reached out to me about a letter he wrote to his rapist after many years. I encouraged him to send it to me so I can share it with all of you. There’s almost no chance that his rapist will ever see it, of course, but it’s cathartic for a victim to do SOMETHING with their tangled emotions.
So I reprint if here:
Hi Brother Sam, and dear readers, hope you all had great holidays, as some of you might know, my story might be messed up, but I’ve come to a happy conclusion.
Thanks to Sam and various Alphas I’ve come to be happy about my past, and that it showed me my true nature, and I to celebrate that, decided to write a letter.
Many years have passed, do you still remember me, I ask myself daily, I certainly do, I remember many details of that night, your beard on my neck, your grunts with every snap of your hips, your hand on my hip keeping me steady, the taste of your hand on my mouth mixed with my tears, the feeling of your cock plunging deep in me, the feeling of your seed escaping my gaping hole…
I remember it all, the emptiness that you left inside me, I hated it, inside my mind, inside my body, it was everywhere all consuming… I thought you raped me, but now I know better, you didn’t Sir, you saw I was a faggot, and used me as you saw fit at the time, so THANK YOU Sir, while I was unwilling at the time, my views have changed, and I forgive you, even if there’s nothing to forgive anymore, as I from the present, give you the consent for your past actions.
Thank you Sir, for showing me my true shelf, for making me a better faggot, thank you. I do not know who you are, hopefully you read this and know it’s about you, but I doubt it, even so, I believe it needs to be expressed, and that maybe by chance you’ll read it… Then know Sir, that you’re my first Alpha, my first Sir, and you will always be in my mind, and that I would love to serve you again Sir, willingly with my entire soul.
I’m grateful to this brother for opening his heart and sharing it with us. I hope he finds continued peace and joy in service, using the lessons he’s learned about himself through being raped.
We have two choices when enduring a crisis: crumble and die, or make new bricks from the wreckage and rebuild. My brother and I chose to rebuild, and we are better for it!

















































































