The first and the last time I saw the woman that bought me. I never met someone as cold as she was.
The first and the last time I saw the woman that bought me. I never met someone as cold as she was. I was just an object for her, something to make money with. As if she didn’t have enough. Had I known that she would sell me to a biker-gang, of which the president liked my virgin ass, I would have tried to kill her then and there. If I would fail, maybe her guards would accidently kill me. Look at her, the bitch. She never even made eye-contact. -- source link
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