Tuesday, 1 April 2008

A Requested Idea

Take my clothes away from me, tell me that every man you send to me I am to obey as I obey you. Lock me in a room. Then let them come, let them come to hurt me, play with me, fuck me, rape me and anything else that they may wish. Let me cry, let me be afraid. Just let my eyes be covered so I do not see who is violating me.

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