bamaboy @bamaboy
The memories of that night still haunt me to this day. I was so young and naive when I stumbled upon the dark world of BDSM. I had always been fascinated by it, but never thought I'd be trapped in a dungeon with my wrists tied above my head.
I remember the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable as they took turns violating me. The pain and shame still linger deep within me. But even in the midst of all that horror, there was something about it that felt so...exotic? Like a forbidden fruit I had finally gotten to taste. Maybe that's why I keep replaying those moments over and over again.
Nowadays, I try to hide my scars under layers of makeup and pretty dresses, but deep down, the memories still linger. When the storms roll in, I'm reminded of that night - the sound of thunder echoing through the dungeon, the flashes of lightning illuminating the dark spaces where we were held captive. It's a reminder that even though I've escaped that world, the effects still linger within me like an open wound.
