Occupational hazards
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You still continue on with your job even after she left.
They called your profession as being a cam-boy.
and it couldn't get any simpler than this;
money gets transferred into your account for helping people relieve themselves.
It was easy.
It was safe.
It was better than getting love through a dick in the ass and a cock in your mouth.
For this didn't make you feel filthy.
this didn't leave you a mess in the middle of nowhere.
this made you feel...alive.
People loved you for it.
You used the money they gave you for a number of stimulants
you so madly indulged,
provided by your male neighbor for a few dollars and a fuck
It was a good deal.
One night,
mid of September,
a user asked for a private one-on-one cam session with you.
Now this wasn't anything unusual,
but he paid double of what you were usually given
no one ever did that.
What kind of show did he want?
You asked him the same
to which he promptly replied with: I just want you to follow every command I ask of you.
So easy.
When night came,
you opened your webcam to his username.
He asked the usual things;
(open your legs,
stretch yourself,
play with your hole with various toys-)
You moaned when he asked you to,
went faster by command,
drank your own cum as requested.
(things you were used to)
Then he asked you to grab a sharp knife...
And with shaky legs you stood,
returned with a razor
and asked if it will suffice
(since your kitchen knives weren't as sharp.)
He said it was fine,
and you could hear the smile on his face...
it fills you with an odd sense of resolution.
As long as it gets to cut skin, he said.
You were under the influence of drugs,
now even more so ever since your friend left,
so when the man behind the camera asked you to make a shallow, rectangle incision on your thigh,
you did as you were told without hesitation.
Peel the flesh off, he said.
Yes sir
Yes sir
Anything for you, sir.
When the session ended,
he made you do several other cuts on your skin
hammer a nail on your palm
and pull on of your teeth with a pair of priers
Oh, how much you bled after it!
the pain was so severe you couldn't move.
All you could do was cry on the floor for hours without end
and jerk yourself off using your uninjured hand to feel a semblance of pleasure.
(You want someone to barge in your door, rape you and call you a whore.)
You felt numb and you want to die and nothing mattered anymore.
