... being paid for is dramatic. but the hybertension from my mind is pinned onto the fact that I am being forced to be paid for, and not for myself, but for the strange beings of two ruthless men who put me on sell for a price that is to be payed all night... My first time was alot. My first kiss was a thousand and I hated the bruises they left on me. The immitating throbbing in me ran over the pain of the rocks in my throat and the tears in my eyes... they soaked me.
running away can't be an option... I'm chained, and stuck in this emptiness. if those men had plans of killing me... Why not now?...All Rights Reserved