[24 Jul 2009|10:46am] He told me to meet him here, but he told me to stay quiet because the space is small and the walls are thin and I nearly ate his throat out when he tried to stick his fingers inside. He sprawled out, clutching his neck and I slid out on the crimson floor, dislocating my fingers in the process and soiling my dress. My dress, my dress, my femininity! More so humiliating than rape itself! I kicked him good, I kicked him in the jewels I couldn't wear, I kicked him in the face so he couldn't chew and piss ran down my legs and into his mouth. I knew you loved me, so please let me cradle your liver and kidneys like a small child! Why won't you let me? It won't take long, I promise... Why are you yelling? The walls are thin! The walls are dirty! The floor is dirty! I can hold your hands even if I use the little girl's room, please let me wear your hair like necklaces fit for a princess. Please! Please! It's so dirty in here, even the roaches don't deserve this dumpster of a home. Please? sewsewsew

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