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To all the good girls craves for violence, romance and darkness ... ❤️🔥
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There are mornings when I wake not knowing or caring what day of the week it is . Sometimes, I go whole stretches of time without ever checking the date. I prefer it that way.
There's a less chance of my having the hope of a better life if all the nothingness blurs together.
Above me my husband labors over my body with practiced movements my own recognizes and responds to , if only out of habit His head carefully tilts to the side so he doesn't have to look at me in the eye.
As he told me countless times....
Vic ( Tessa's husband)
" Fucking doesn't have to be personal to be effective."
Somehow, he's taught my body to believe him. Played it & turned it as finely as a musician tunes an instrument.
He molds & shapes me to his liking, & I let him until I'm nothing more than a thing he programs for his pleasure --- his real-life porn queen/sex robot. It's a wonder something so mistreated can still respond to the cause of neglect.
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