there i was, spread-legged and naked, and he was pouring lube, coke and a $50 bottle of vodka all over my body. i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hate myself for a moment. then he's pushing the neck of the vodka bottle up my ass and i've got insane giggles. when he pulls it out and replaces it with his dick the word "anorexia" pounds itself into my brain each and every time he slams himself against my thighs. i tell him choke me, quick, quick, please, choke, quick, pointing at my throat desperately, just so i can stop thinking. will it ever let me live my life. will i ever get any peace. it takes a lot to distract me from this bastard.
i wished my nose wasn't broken just so he could break it again.
i look lovely.
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