Bold. Raw. Uncensored. Until I Get Caught - The True Story Of A Serial Rapist In Baltimore is Real Life Production's finest masterpiece in all true "Reality Writing".
Tia Lincoln/Real Life Productions
TiaLincoln/Real Life Productions
"I don't know if my case is boring or not but if you ever decide to look into it furter, then I'll be glad to give you all the details from my point of view. I promise that I'll give you the story all the way live and raw without a single detail left out. All I want is for people to know what goes on in the mind of a serial rapist, what drove me to where I am today, what women can do to avoid being raped, and what women should do if ever confronted by a rapist. Finally someone will hear what I've got to say about why I did what I did and what led up to those string of events that caused me to lose my stability and go on a rampage...."
Meet Reggie. Or maybe you'd rather not. WIth almost half of his thirty nine years of life spent behind bars for sexual assaults, Reggie is a self admitted convicted serial rapist. Sentenced to a twenty year prison sentence in 1991 for first degree rape, Reggie is released after spending almost fourteen years behind bars. Eleven months later and after a series of more brutal rapes in West Baltimore, he is quickly labeled as "The Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard Rapist." Shocking and unbelievabley honest, Reginald boldly opens up to the author revealing not only why he became a rapist, but what women can do to avoid becoming a victim of rape as well as the real on what to do if confronted by a rapist.
"By the time the summertime came and I saw what the bitches were wearing, I lost my damn mind and all I needed was something to boost me back to my old self. Once again, enter Mr. Steel Reserve 211 Malt Liquor personality in a cup. I would go see my probation officer Ms. Lucas hung over, smelling like stale ass malt liquor. Sometime in September 2005, right around the time I started working at McDonalds, I couldn't take the urges no more as I longed to feel a woman's body all over without her consent. Mix in a little fear and it's a wrap. To ease my mind, I decided to accost women and rob them. Robbery was the ultimate motive in the beginning and I targeted women because they are more easier to control with a gun or a knife than a nigga. I figured while I had them there, I might as well fuck em, too. I gave it a test run for a while where I would grab women all around the Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard area and rob them. Robbing them slowly escalated to touching them, feeling them, rubbing them, dry humping them, etc. I would humiliate them by making them do stuff like take their panties off and smell them, stick their fingers in their pussy or their asshole and then put them in their mouth, take off all their clothes while it was cold as shit outside and dance for me like they was in a strip club. Once I was bold enough to actually take a lotion bottle with cold water in it and give this fat chick an enema. I thought it was funny as hell when I made her hoold it in until I said she could shoot it out her asshole. I was squeeing her breasts and rubbing my dick as I watched her hold her ass muscles shut for dear life cause I had showed her the gun already. Once I told her to let it out, I died laughing out loud at the sound of her crying as shit and water shot out her ass. I would do bold shit like make women strip bare naked, put all their clothes in my backpack and take off running, leaving them there ass out to freeze and fend for themselves. I'd take their clothes home and jerk off on them then throw them down the sewer hole. I would make them do lap dances standing up. Sometimes I would make women jerk me off or I would take their bra, panties, socks, cell phone, etc. I would just do stuff to humiliate them, make them feel like shit and inconvenience the hell out of them. I was a cold hearted ass mother fucker and this was before I started going hard and raping them again..."