"What made you want to rape her?" The therapist asked. It was an Alpha female, her legs crossed with fair skinned, her hair in a ponytail and glasses. She had a small notebook in her hands, writing notes with a small point. She looked at Shatwa and waited for the younger Alpha's response.
Shatwa sat on the couch unsure of when she started to get those thoughts. She thought back to when she was a child, nine. She swallowed and leaned in her seat.
"I, uh, I remember being around the age of nine and watching a movie with my parents. I had my first rut-"
"You had your first rut at nine?" The therapist asked. Shatwa nodded her head. "Wow, that's young." She watched Shatwa nod her head again to acknowledge the age.
"And uh, the movie had a scene where a woman is stabbed and she's screaming like crazy. I really liked the way she screamed."
"Did you? Did you feel some type of pleasure?"
